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Dreams that move you.
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I go through one new alarm clock roughly every six months. The snooze button usually stops working first, either that or the plastic casing breaks:can:
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From my online Dream Diary (that I've kept since mid-2001), comes these:
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JANUARY 21, 2002:
In this nightmare, I was on the top deck of a small sized cruise ship. It was like one of those Carnival ones, but it was smaller, had a white hull, a single funnel that swept back, and was named "Radiance Of The {something} Seas". I forgot what the {something} was. The other distinguishing feature of the ship was it had a flat bow, rather than pointed like a regular cruise ship. This ship's bow looked like that on a garbage scow or a deep sea tugboat.
When I first "saw" the ship, it was close to shore in a harbor, and was in the process of sinking. It was listing sharply to one side, and lifeboats were being lowered from the side facing the water. It was as though I was watching from a point above and to the front of the ship.
Next thing you know, I was *on* the ship, on the topmost deck. At this point, lifeboats were rowing away and most everyone seemed to have been evacuated. The water was lapping right up to the edge of the deck. I tried to go forward toward the bow, but the deck plating pulled apart under me, and I ended up in the water for a brief time. I crawled back onboard near the ship's funnel (smokestack), and then "somehow" realised the cause of the ship's sinking was something in the funnel. So I opened a large hatch on the front of the funnel, and found it was stuffed totally full of wrapped Christmas presents. I grabbed at a few to get them out of the funnel, ripping some of the paper off. There was a bicycle, a toy vacuum cleaner, a wall uranator, and some other equally strange stuff. I felt compelled that something in there was something I really, really wanted or needed, and I briefly contemplated stealing one box. But the ship was going down and it was time to go. I crossed over the torn section of deck plating again, ended up back in the water, and made a swim for shore.
Next thing I remember was standing on a wooden dock near a (the) harbor building. Passengers from the ship were going by. I saw the ship, still going down, and contemplated going back for the Christmas presents. The ship listed some more, all the light bulbs blew up and the windows broke. It sank, but hit bottom with some of the superstructure still showing above water. At that time, a tall man in a flannel shirt and with *very* bloody hands appeared. I somehow knew he had just murdered some of the ship's passengers, and now he was coming after me. I ran into the harbor office and he chased. The inside of the office was very cluttered. I swung at him with things like brooms, buckets, and typewriter cords while running.
I came to a doorless storage room lit only by a yellowed bulb dangling from a wire, and saw a large red fire axe hanging from a holster on the wall, so I climbed over some junk and wrestled the fire axe out of the holder. I tried to take a swing, but it felt like there was a very heavy weight on my left hand. The bloody handed man was coming very close now, so I mustered the strength to take one mighty swing, and that took care of the killer for good. Then I woke up.
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I think I awoke with a jolt, and looked around for the bloody-handed man for a short time.
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Then there was this nightmare:
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April 24, 2002
I was dreaming I was back at my parent's house in Juneau Alaska. I was talking with my dad about dead sea animals washing up on shore. I remember saying "Last year, 54 dead {sea creatures} washed up between Sandy Beach and Tee Harbor. This year, there was only one." Right when I finished saying that, I became aware of an odd, low rumbling sound coming from outside, and I *knew* what it was. I thought to myself, "Oh shit, this is it!". About five seconds later, there was a blinding flash, a thousand times brighter than the sun. We had just been vaporized by a thermonuclear device! Right after the flash, everything around me quickly transformed or faded into pitch black emptiness, and I had the distinct sensation of floating or weightlessness. I thought to myself, "My God, that was a nuclear bomb, and I'm DEAD!" and then noticed that I didn't feel any pain at the moment of my immolation. I woke up with a jolt, looked around to be sure everything was as it should be, and then pricked up my ears to listen for that awful rumbling sound.
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August 31, 2002
I dreamt it was "judgement day". I was outside in an open area with some small, rolling hills and valleys all around. Some mountains or cliffs were way off in the distance. No buildings or other man-made structures were apparent. The sky and clouds were glowing orange, and I thought I heard some kind of distant, disconnected voice mentioning some Bible sayings. I think that voice represented God in this dream. A huge white object appeared out of the clouds off to my right. It was shaped like an upside-down "U" with squared edges, a bit like that giant flying claw thing in the Tron movie. It had a glowing, irridescent, almost ghostly appearance to it. Somehow I knew it was connected with the apocalypse as the Bible described it. The huge machine(?) descended from the clouds, then leveled off a bit as it flew slowly past going from right to left. It looked to be a mile or two away, and it was very large; perhaps half a mile high and 1/4 of a mile wide. Its flight characteristics were similar to the flying claw thing in Tron. After it flew past and was over a valley looking down and to my left, it slowed down and stopped. And it just hovered there. It did not make any traditional "engine" sounds; though I think it produced a very low frequency, almost subsonic rumbling. I heard some more fragments of Bible quotes coming from that disembodied voice, but I cannot recall anything in specific. There was fire somewhere, but again I cannot recall exactly where or in what context. However, I knew the end was very, *very* near at this point; but thankfully I woke up at that very moment.
After waking up, I went straight to the window and damn near pulled the curtains off the rod trying to get them open as quickly as possible. The sky over Seattle was still blue, the clouds were still white, and there was no big upside-down flying "U" cruising past my window. And the only sounds I heard were cars going by and the annunciator chime on the cruise ship Amsterdam moored nearby. This is one dream I'm glad was only a dream.
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JANUARY 21, 2002:
In this nightmare, I was on the top deck of a small sized cruise ship. It was like one of those Carnival ones, but it was smaller, had a white hull, a single funnel that swept back, and was named "Radiance Of The {something} Seas". I forgot what the {something} was. The other distinguishing feature of the ship was it had a flat bow, rather than pointed like a regular cruise ship. This ship's bow looked like that on a garbage scow or a deep sea tugboat.
When I first "saw" the ship, it was close to shore in a harbor, and was in the process of sinking. It was listing sharply to one side, and lifeboats were being lowered from the side facing the water. It was as though I was watching from a point above and to the front of the ship.
Next thing you know, I was *on* the ship, on the topmost deck. At this point, lifeboats were rowing away and most everyone seemed to have been evacuated. The water was lapping right up to the edge of the deck. I tried to go forward toward the bow, but the deck plating pulled apart under me, and I ended up in the water for a brief time. I crawled back onboard near the ship's funnel (smokestack), and then "somehow" realised the cause of the ship's sinking was something in the funnel. So I opened a large hatch on the front of the funnel, and found it was stuffed totally full of wrapped Christmas presents. I grabbed at a few to get them out of the funnel, ripping some of the paper off. There was a bicycle, a toy vacuum cleaner, a wall uranator, and some other equally strange stuff. I felt compelled that something in there was something I really, really wanted or needed, and I briefly contemplated stealing one box. But the ship was going down and it was time to go. I crossed over the torn section of deck plating again, ended up back in the water, and made a swim for shore.
Next thing I remember was standing on a wooden dock near a (the) harbor building. Passengers from the ship were going by. I saw the ship, still going down, and contemplated going back for the Christmas presents. The ship listed some more, all the light bulbs blew up and the windows broke. It sank, but hit bottom with some of the superstructure still showing above water. At that time, a tall man in a flannel shirt and with *very* bloody hands appeared. I somehow knew he had just murdered some of the ship's passengers, and now he was coming after me. I ran into the harbor office and he chased. The inside of the office was very cluttered. I swung at him with things like brooms, buckets, and typewriter cords while running.
I came to a doorless storage room lit only by a yellowed bulb dangling from a wire, and saw a large red fire axe hanging from a holster on the wall, so I climbed over some junk and wrestled the fire axe out of the holder. I tried to take a swing, but it felt like there was a very heavy weight on my left hand. The bloody handed man was coming very close now, so I mustered the strength to take one mighty swing, and that took care of the killer for good. Then I woke up.
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I think I awoke with a jolt, and looked around for the bloody-handed man for a short time.
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Then there was this nightmare:
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April 24, 2002
I was dreaming I was back at my parent's house in Juneau Alaska. I was talking with my dad about dead sea animals washing up on shore. I remember saying "Last year, 54 dead {sea creatures} washed up between Sandy Beach and Tee Harbor. This year, there was only one." Right when I finished saying that, I became aware of an odd, low rumbling sound coming from outside, and I *knew* what it was. I thought to myself, "Oh shit, this is it!". About five seconds later, there was a blinding flash, a thousand times brighter than the sun. We had just been vaporized by a thermonuclear device! Right after the flash, everything around me quickly transformed or faded into pitch black emptiness, and I had the distinct sensation of floating or weightlessness. I thought to myself, "My God, that was a nuclear bomb, and I'm DEAD!" and then noticed that I didn't feel any pain at the moment of my immolation. I woke up with a jolt, looked around to be sure everything was as it should be, and then pricked up my ears to listen for that awful rumbling sound.
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And yet another "nite"mare:
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August 31, 2002
I dreamt it was "judgement day". I was outside in an open area with some small, rolling hills and valleys all around. Some mountains or cliffs were way off in the distance. No buildings or other man-made structures were apparent. The sky and clouds were glowing orange, and I thought I heard some kind of distant, disconnected voice mentioning some Bible sayings. I think that voice represented God in this dream. A huge white object appeared out of the clouds off to my right. It was shaped like an upside-down "U" with squared edges, a bit like that giant flying claw thing in the Tron movie. It had a glowing, irridescent, almost ghostly appearance to it. Somehow I knew it was connected with the apocalypse as the Bible described it. The huge machine(?) descended from the clouds, then leveled off a bit as it flew slowly past going from right to left. It looked to be a mile or two away, and it was very large; perhaps half a mile high and 1/4 of a mile wide. Its flight characteristics were similar to the flying claw thing in Tron. After it flew past and was over a valley looking down and to my left, it slowed down and stopped. And it just hovered there. It did not make any traditional "engine" sounds; though I think it produced a very low frequency, almost subsonic rumbling. I heard some more fragments of Bible quotes coming from that disembodied voice, but I cannot recall anything in specific. There was fire somewhere, but again I cannot recall exactly where or in what context. However, I knew the end was very, *very* near at this point; but thankfully I woke up at that very moment.
After waking up, I went straight to the window and damn near pulled the curtains off the rod trying to get them open as quickly as possible. The sky over Seattle was still blue, the clouds were still white, and there was no big upside-down flying "U" cruising past my window. And the only sounds I heard were cars going by and the annunciator chime on the cruise ship Amsterdam moored nearby. This is one dream I'm glad was only a dream.
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I've had a projection alarm clock/sound machine since late-2007, and I just love the living tweedle out of it.
This one is called the Sound Spa™ Classic Projection Alarm Clock / Sound Machine and it has rainfall sounds along with a number of other sounds,
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Wow LED those are some very detailed dreams. Ever had any dreams where nothing terrifying happens?
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Wow LED those are some very detailed dreams. Ever had any dreams where nothing terrifying happens?
I'm guessing the x-rated ones are in the private collection... as well they should be:shhh:
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Strange, I'm getting a glitch with the new posts. It stays on page 4 even when I click on page 5.
Am I dreaming? :tired:
Am I dreaming? :tired:
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WTF I cant see my last post I just made. And I'm still stuck on page 4.
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Lol there is no page 5. And I see your last post before this one. Rub your eyes and wake up
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There is a glitch. I can read your posts though the email notifications but not on the thread. Very strange. I click "New Posts" and it shows this thread, but the last comment is mine at post at number 80. Still says 5 pages, but nothing changes no matter what people post.
Very strange.
Very strange.
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Thas really weird since it is working fine for me? Try deleting all cookies, caches, etc...
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Wow LED those are some very detailed dreams. Ever had any dreams where nothing terrifying happens?
Let's see if I can scour a few out of my Dream Diary...BBS...
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JUNE 03, 2001:
I was in contestant's row on the game show, "The Price is Right." The prize up for bids was a video game cartridge. The other contestants all bid several hundred dollars, and I bid exactly $71.
Bob Barker pulled out the little card and said, "The actual retail price is... $71!!"
The next thing I remember is being up on stage. There were big cameras everywhere, stage props and blind walls on casters, and a high, metal framework ceiling with lots of lights on it. Hanging from & leaning against some of the back walls (which were made of unfinished plywood and the studs were exposed), there were things like coiled up cables, ladders, unused boom microphones, metal poles, and rolls of carpet.
Then my prize rolled out: it was a helicopter! You know, the kind with a framework tail and a large clear bubble around the cockpit. I can't really remember the pricing game I had to play, but it was both bizarre and strangely familiar at the same time. I did not play the game well, and didn't win the helicopter. But I wasn't mad at all!
As I was walking off the stage, I took out my digital camera and started shooting off pictures of the helicopter and the Price Is Right stage sets surrounding it. Then I woke up. :-O
Later I remembered that Barker failed to give me $500 for having bid exactly right on that game cartridge. :-(
I've never seen or been to a TV studio, but it would seem I got a pretty good taste of what it would be like.
This was one of the most vivid and realistic dreams I've had in some time.
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MARCH 12, 2002:
I was in a large airport with multiple levels. It seems I had a ticket for a plane to Juneau, but the plane wasn't leaving for quite a long time yet. I had a couple of white plastic bags that apparently served as my carry on luggage. Somewhere along the line I decided to see a movie, as I knew the airport had a movie theatre in it. Apparently, it had a bunch of mini-theatres. So I was going all over the place checking out the different movies at each one. Most of the "theatres" seemed to be nothing more than a small area boxed in by tall grey curtains, and the flyers for the movies were on small, metallic gold cards no larger than a folded piece of notebook paper. The only movie that seemed appealing was one called "Bong Warriors"; as I figured it must be a Cheech & Chong or National Lampoon type thing. So I set out looking for the "theatre" it was playing in.
The airport was full of escalators, and I must have used them all. After going up one, I ended up on a small platform with a touristy-type shop on it. A pink plastic cat litter box that was on the floor "somehow" got snagged on my bags and I managed to catch it against the side of the escalator while going back down, with only a small amount of the coarse, tan colored, vermiculite-like litter falling out. I apologised to the woman shop owner and said "I managed to save most of it" and then gave her back the cat box.
I went up and down more escalators looking all over for the Bong Warriors movie. I passed a clock on the wall which read around 4:10, and I knew the movie was about half shot already, but I kept looking for it. Somewhere in a dark lower section, a teenage kid bumped into me from behind several times, as if in a hurry, even though I was already almost at a full run. I ran into him again in an elevator a short time later; this time his father and several other people were there. The kid was all spazzy, so I realised he probably didn't bump me on purpose but the father apologized to me anyway.
After spending what felt like another hour wandering through this airport and much of that time riding on or running on escalators, I finally found the movie. It was being shown in a small room with high wooden tables in it. There were some windows on one side of the room that provided illumination. The movie screen was very wide and short (more so than normal movie screens), and the film playing on it was in that nasty old fashioned sepia tone, rather than color. There were maybe three or four other people in the room. I passed by a table near the center of the room that had a large plastic container of what looked like loose wintergreen Life Savers with a red material in the hole, and a sign that said "antacids $.01" on its side. I thought that was a bit out of place as there was no food visible anywhere in the room.
So I sat myself down at a table and put my bags down. Instead of the two white plastic bags I had before, I now had three. One was bulging with clothes, and one of the others had my Stick Shark vaccum cleaner in it, with some of that vermiculite cat litter visible in its clear tank.
I remember thinking that the flight might be difficult because they had a new pilot, and that my brother in Juneau who would be picking me up at the airport had rented a new van and that he might have trouble driving it.
Finally, I settled in and started to watch the movie. In the same "fuggly" sepia color as before, some old guy with a long scraggly beard was scooping a whitish paste out of a small jar with a popcycle stick, putting it in his bong, and getting ready to smoke it.
Then I woke up.
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September 07, 2002:
These came off the tail end of my afternoon nap, hence two entries for 09-07.
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In the last part of the dream, I was inside part of a new building construction. I heard some people "ooing" an "aaahing" at something going on in the next room of the unfinished structure. I looked through the still-unhung door, and saw a white laser dot being shined at the unfinished plywood ceiling about two or three floors up. It was coming from some guys about 1 floor below me standing in front of what I took to be an argon ion laser, even though I knew it was the wrong color. I noticed at times the white laser spot had crimson red edges, as if developing a chromatic abberation. But for the most part, the beam was white. So I pulled out my own green-emitting laser pen, and started chasing the white spot on the ceiling with it. The NWCN crew from the last dream segment showed up again and stood there watching as well. Somebody mentioned what a beautiful shade of green my laser was. I said something to the guys below, "What kind of laser is that, a urine laser?" and they started laughing while repeating the phrase "urine laser" a couple of more times. I said "No, not a urine laser, a dye laser". There was some more laughing from the other laser's owners, while both of our lasers' beams continued to play tag on the ceiling. Right after that, I woke up.
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APRIL 20, 2006:
In this dream, I was at what I believe was an airport. I was not waiting for a flight, but for a ride in a car, truck, or other ground-based vehicle. Inside the terminal building, a stewardess summoned my dad and me into one of what was apparently the woman's restrooms; although there were also men in there going #1 into those wall-mounted porcelain urinators. The walls were painted various shades of green. We were summoned in there to briefly talk about how to go through one of the security checkpoints using just a boarding pass rather than an entire ticket. I believe the plan was successful.
Next thing I remember was being outside and shooting toward the moon with a keychain-sized green-emitting laser pointer, not at all dissimilar to this product. The moon was much larger in this dream than it is in reality, and had a blue plastic dome covering much of its surface. My dad asked me where I got the laser pointer, and I told him I purchased it from a glass-front vending machine on plane in the not too distant past. I also had a red-emitting keychain-style laser pointer, similar to this laser, but I don't remember if I tried to shoot the moon with it or not. I believe I was attempting to hit the moon with the green laser, and seeing if I could see the light reflected back at me with a brief delay (I believe ~500ms).
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NOVEMBER 20, 2006:
In this dream, I had a large handheld laser, not too dissimilar to this one (linked; you may click on the photograph to visit my page about this yellow DPSS laser - yes - I actually own one!!!):
It produced at least several hundred milliwatts of yellow (593.5nm) radiation most of the time, but would occasionally turn green (532nm) and even blue (473nm) (these are all DPSS or "Diode Pumped Solid State" laser wavelengths). The beam divergence was quite high, and it would go into what is called "mode hopping" rather frequently; some of the modes it went to were TEM00 (Transverse Electromagnetic Mode 00), TEM01, and a few others, I remember it produced a hollow, diamond-shaped beam, and a toroidial (doughnut-shaped) beam among a number of others while it was mode hopping. I remember remarking to somebody that I was going to ask the laser expert Sam Goldwasser why it was mode hopping and changing wavelengths. I also remember shooting at fast-moving clouds at night with it to see the laser spot on the clouds themselves. During this, the beam on the clouds was circular with a sharp perimeter like a very tight spotlight, not with a gaussian power distribution like a laser operating in TEM00 would have. I believe it was also yellow for the entire duration I was hitting clouds and other distant objects with it.
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Done, and its working now. Strange it was only on one thread.
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Let's see if I can scour a few out of my Dream Diary...BBS...
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JUNE 03, 2001:
I was in contestant's row on the game show, "The Price is Right." The prize up for bids was a video game cartridge. The other contestants all bid several hundred dollars, and I bid exactly $71.
Bob Barker pulled out the little card and said, "The actual retail price is... $71!!"
The next thing I remember is being up on stage. There were big cameras everywhere, stage props and blind walls on casters, and a high, metal framework ceiling with lots of lights on it. Hanging from & leaning against some of the back walls (which were made of unfinished plywood and the studs were exposed), there were things like coiled up cables, ladders, unused boom microphones, metal poles, and rolls of carpet.
Then my prize rolled out: it was a helicopter! You know, the kind with a framework tail and a large clear bubble around the cockpit. I can't really remember the pricing game I had to play, but it was both bizarre and strangely familiar at the same time. I did not play the game well, and didn't win the helicopter. But I wasn't mad at all!
As I was walking off the stage, I took out my digital camera and started shooting off pictures of the helicopter and the Price Is Right stage sets surrounding it. Then I woke up. :-O
Later I remembered that Barker failed to give me $500 for having bid exactly right on that game cartridge. :-(
I've never seen or been to a TV studio, but it would seem I got a pretty good taste of what it would be like.
This was one of the most vivid and realistic dreams I've had in some time.
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MARCH 12, 2002:
I was in a large airport with multiple levels. It seems I had a ticket for a plane to Juneau, but the plane wasn't leaving for quite a long time yet. I had a couple of white plastic bags that apparently served as my carry on luggage. Somewhere along the line I decided to see a movie, as I knew the airport had a movie theatre in it. Apparently, it had a bunch of mini-theatres. So I was going all over the place checking out the different movies at each one. Most of the "theatres" seemed to be nothing more than a small area boxed in by tall grey curtains, and the flyers for the movies were on small, metallic gold cards no larger than a folded piece of notebook paper. The only movie that seemed appealing was one called "Bong Warriors"; as I figured it must be a Cheech & Chong or National Lampoon type thing. So I set out looking for the "theatre" it was playing in.
The airport was full of escalators, and I must have used them all. After going up one, I ended up on a small platform with a touristy-type shop on it. A pink plastic cat litter box that was on the floor "somehow" got snagged on my bags and I managed to catch it against the side of the escalator while going back down, with only a small amount of the coarse, tan colored, vermiculite-like litter falling out. I apologised to the woman shop owner and said "I managed to save most of it" and then gave her back the cat box.
I went up and down more escalators looking all over for the Bong Warriors movie. I passed a clock on the wall which read around 4:10, and I knew the movie was about half shot already, but I kept looking for it. Somewhere in a dark lower section, a teenage kid bumped into me from behind several times, as if in a hurry, even though I was already almost at a full run. I ran into him again in an elevator a short time later; this time his father and several other people were there. The kid was all spazzy, so I realised he probably didn't bump me on purpose but the father apologized to me anyway.
After spending what felt like another hour wandering through this airport and much of that time riding on or running on escalators, I finally found the movie. It was being shown in a small room with high wooden tables in it. There were some windows on one side of the room that provided illumination. The movie screen was very wide and short (more so than normal movie screens), and the film playing on it was in that nasty old fashioned sepia tone, rather than color. There were maybe three or four other people in the room. I passed by a table near the center of the room that had a large plastic container of what looked like loose wintergreen Life Savers with a red material in the hole, and a sign that said "antacids $.01" on its side. I thought that was a bit out of place as there was no food visible anywhere in the room.
So I sat myself down at a table and put my bags down. Instead of the two white plastic bags I had before, I now had three. One was bulging with clothes, and one of the others had my Stick Shark vaccum cleaner in it, with some of that vermiculite cat litter visible in its clear tank.
I remember thinking that the flight might be difficult because they had a new pilot, and that my brother in Juneau who would be picking me up at the airport had rented a new van and that he might have trouble driving it.
Finally, I settled in and started to watch the movie. In the same "fuggly" sepia color as before, some old guy with a long scraggly beard was scooping a whitish paste out of a small jar with a popcycle stick, putting it in his bong, and getting ready to smoke it.
Then I woke up.
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September 07, 2002:
These came off the tail end of my afternoon nap, hence two entries for 09-07.
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In the last part of the dream, I was inside part of a new building construction. I heard some people "ooing" an "aaahing" at something going on in the next room of the unfinished structure. I looked through the still-unhung door, and saw a white laser dot being shined at the unfinished plywood ceiling about two or three floors up. It was coming from some guys about 1 floor below me standing in front of what I took to be an argon ion laser, even though I knew it was the wrong color. I noticed at times the white laser spot had crimson red edges, as if developing a chromatic abberation. But for the most part, the beam was white. So I pulled out my own green-emitting laser pen, and started chasing the white spot on the ceiling with it. The NWCN crew from the last dream segment showed up again and stood there watching as well. Somebody mentioned what a beautiful shade of green my laser was. I said something to the guys below, "What kind of laser is that, a urine laser?" and they started laughing while repeating the phrase "urine laser" a couple of more times. I said "No, not a urine laser, a dye laser". There was some more laughing from the other laser's owners, while both of our lasers' beams continued to play tag on the ceiling. Right after that, I woke up.
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APRIL 20, 2006:
In this dream, I was at what I believe was an airport. I was not waiting for a flight, but for a ride in a car, truck, or other ground-based vehicle. Inside the terminal building, a stewardess summoned my dad and me into one of what was apparently the woman's restrooms; although there were also men in there going #1 into those wall-mounted porcelain urinators. The walls were painted various shades of green. We were summoned in there to briefly talk about how to go through one of the security checkpoints using just a boarding pass rather than an entire ticket. I believe the plan was successful.
Next thing I remember was being outside and shooting toward the moon with a keychain-sized green-emitting laser pointer, not at all dissimilar to this product. The moon was much larger in this dream than it is in reality, and had a blue plastic dome covering much of its surface. My dad asked me where I got the laser pointer, and I told him I purchased it from a glass-front vending machine on plane in the not too distant past. I also had a red-emitting keychain-style laser pointer, similar to this laser, but I don't remember if I tried to shoot the moon with it or not. I believe I was attempting to hit the moon with the green laser, and seeing if I could see the light reflected back at me with a brief delay (I believe ~500ms).
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NOVEMBER 20, 2006:
In this dream, I had a large handheld laser, not too dissimilar to this one (linked; you may click on the photograph to visit my page about this yellow DPSS laser - yes - I actually own one!!!):
It produced at least several hundred milliwatts of yellow (593.5nm) radiation most of the time, but would occasionally turn green (532nm) and even blue (473nm) (these are all DPSS or "Diode Pumped Solid State" laser wavelengths). The beam divergence was quite high, and it would go into what is called "mode hopping" rather frequently; some of the modes it went to were TEM00 (Transverse Electromagnetic Mode 00), TEM01, and a few others, I remember it produced a hollow, diamond-shaped beam, and a toroidial (doughnut-shaped) beam among a number of others while it was mode hopping. I remember remarking to somebody that I was going to ask the laser expert Sam Goldwasser why it was mode hopping and changing wavelengths. I also remember shooting at fast-moving clouds at night with it to see the laser spot on the clouds themselves. During this, the beam on the clouds was circular with a sharp perimeter like a very tight spotlight, not with a gaussian power distribution like a laser operating in TEM00 would have. I believe it was also yellow for the entire duration I was hitting clouds and other distant objects with it.
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None of my dreams have been that clear, but maybe I forgot parts of them since I didnt write them down.
Oh ok good! :beer:
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How clear your dreams are really is anyones guess. The only evidence is what you remember, and you may not remember all that much even if you start taking notes quickly after awakening.
I dont tend to write down dreams at all, but sometimes i wake up with a pretty clear memory of a dream... the harder i try to remember any details the quicker it all fades though, and half an hour later its often gone completely.
It would be great fun if there was a device that recorded the content of your dreams so you could review it all at a relaxed pase later on - i bet there would be a lot to discover
I dont tend to write down dreams at all, but sometimes i wake up with a pretty clear memory of a dream... the harder i try to remember any details the quicker it all fades though, and half an hour later its often gone completely.
It would be great fun if there was a device that recorded the content of your dreams so you could review it all at a relaxed pase later on - i bet there would be a lot to discover
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How clear your dreams are really is anyones guess. The only evidence is what you remember, and you may not remember all that much even if you start taking notes quickly after awakening.
I dont tend to write down dreams at all, but sometimes i wake up with a pretty clear memory of a dream... the harder i try to remember any details the quicker it all fades though, and half an hour later its often gone completely.
It would be great fun if there was a device that recorded the content of your dreams so you could review it all at a relaxed pase later on - i bet there would be a lot to discover
There probably will be in the future. Ive been trying to remember my dreams, by some of the online methods and I havent remembered any for the past couple weeks, is this normal?
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Had another fairly detailed dream this morning...to wit:
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02-03-12
I once again dreamt that I was moving back to the Morrison Apts., my first apartment -- located in downtown Seattle WA. USA. I also had the same apt. number as I had in the waking world, # 531. I was in my Pride® Celebrity X3 Scooter for the entire duration of this dream.
First thing I did was check my mail; there were several envelopes in there but none that I remembered specifically. I then went into the elevator and pushed the button for the fifth floor. Entering right behind me was a black man of perhaps 25 or thereabouts; he had short, tightly-curled (nappy?) hair, and he asked me if I wanted to join his glee club. He showed me a flier; I briefly skimmed over it and answered, "I'll definitely give it some thought. May I please keep this flier?" He said he'd have to go make a copy (it had some handwriting in black ballpoint pen on the back; possibly including several telephone numbers) and he immediately asked me where he could make copies. So I steered him toward an office of some sort in the same structure -- he quickly made a copy and handed it to me (I don't know what happened with the elevator; clearly we were not occupying it at the time!).
Next thing you know, I was checking my mailbox again. This time, there were four pennies in it (their distinctive copper color clued me in at once as to exactly what the coins were).
Next, I was in my apartment. It was larger and laid out quite a bit differently than it was in reality. I decided to change my clothes; but for some reason I "put on" my entire clothes basket (a mesh cylindrical affair that normally hangs on a closet rod) -- this basket was full of clothes, yet I thought that nothing was queer about this.
In the next part of this dream, I was leaving the Morrison, headed north in my scooter. Apparently I wanted to see if Bartells and such were still there after sixteen years. I drove the scooter along 3rd Ave. but none of the area looked familiar at all. The scooter was moving more quicky than it does in real life; probably hitting 15MPH (24.140KPH) in some areas. To my right, there was a steep, tree-covered hillside that definitely does not exist in the waking world. Not too far into my trip, I began to encounter small patches of snow on the ground; this soon became solid snow but never more than one inch (2.540cm) deep. I then noticed that my forwaard velocity had decreased very significantly (to perhaps 2.50MPH {4.02KPH}) which caused me to check my battery meter. The first meter I saw was a speedometer (which does not actually exist on the scooter); then I saw the battery meter. The needle was down into the red, indicating that the scooter's batteries were quite close to pooping out. So I turned around and looked for hills to go down, as this would result in some regenerative charging of the batteries. I had no trouble whatsoever finding the hills, but none of the area I was travelling in was familiar at all. After doing this for quite some time, I woke up.
This is the Morrison, located at 509 3rd Ave. in downtown Seattle.
And this was my apt. as seen from the outside. Note the plants & rainbow flag outside the window.
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Note that the buildings in that second photograph appear curved; this is a digital photograph of a paper one; if I owned or had access to a scanner, that would result in a picture where the structures do not curve.
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02-03-12
I once again dreamt that I was moving back to the Morrison Apts., my first apartment -- located in downtown Seattle WA. USA. I also had the same apt. number as I had in the waking world, # 531. I was in my Pride® Celebrity X3 Scooter for the entire duration of this dream.
First thing I did was check my mail; there were several envelopes in there but none that I remembered specifically. I then went into the elevator and pushed the button for the fifth floor. Entering right behind me was a black man of perhaps 25 or thereabouts; he had short, tightly-curled (nappy?) hair, and he asked me if I wanted to join his glee club. He showed me a flier; I briefly skimmed over it and answered, "I'll definitely give it some thought. May I please keep this flier?" He said he'd have to go make a copy (it had some handwriting in black ballpoint pen on the back; possibly including several telephone numbers) and he immediately asked me where he could make copies. So I steered him toward an office of some sort in the same structure -- he quickly made a copy and handed it to me (I don't know what happened with the elevator; clearly we were not occupying it at the time!).
Next thing you know, I was checking my mailbox again. This time, there were four pennies in it (their distinctive copper color clued me in at once as to exactly what the coins were).
Next, I was in my apartment. It was larger and laid out quite a bit differently than it was in reality. I decided to change my clothes; but for some reason I "put on" my entire clothes basket (a mesh cylindrical affair that normally hangs on a closet rod) -- this basket was full of clothes, yet I thought that nothing was queer about this.
In the next part of this dream, I was leaving the Morrison, headed north in my scooter. Apparently I wanted to see if Bartells and such were still there after sixteen years. I drove the scooter along 3rd Ave. but none of the area looked familiar at all. The scooter was moving more quicky than it does in real life; probably hitting 15MPH (24.140KPH) in some areas. To my right, there was a steep, tree-covered hillside that definitely does not exist in the waking world. Not too far into my trip, I began to encounter small patches of snow on the ground; this soon became solid snow but never more than one inch (2.540cm) deep. I then noticed that my forwaard velocity had decreased very significantly (to perhaps 2.50MPH {4.02KPH}) which caused me to check my battery meter. The first meter I saw was a speedometer (which does not actually exist on the scooter); then I saw the battery meter. The needle was down into the red, indicating that the scooter's batteries were quite close to pooping out. So I turned around and looked for hills to go down, as this would result in some regenerative charging of the batteries. I had no trouble whatsoever finding the hills, but none of the area I was travelling in was familiar at all. After doing this for quite some time, I woke up.
This is the Morrison, located at 509 3rd Ave. in downtown Seattle.
And this was my apt. as seen from the outside. Note the plants & rainbow flag outside the window.
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Note that the buildings in that second photograph appear curved; this is a digital photograph of a paper one; if I owned or had access to a scanner, that would result in a picture where the structures do not curve.
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