Squirtings from the Space Goose

I found this dream from 9 June 2011. This is the last of my old dreams except the epic one from 1997. Don’t know when I’ll get around to doing that one.

I was on my way to class, in a building that was a mix of Manglerud High school and the Vilhelm Bjerknes building at the Blindern university. The walls were made of red bricks. I was ten minutes late. I went up a floor towards the classroom, but at the top of the staircase the door was bricked off; I was startled and almost lost my balance, since there was nowhere to stand between the stairs and the new wall. I then remembered they had been doing renovations.

Back on the ground floor I went to the info desk to find out how I could get to my class. Only Swedes were working there. The guy I asked made a phone call to find out. I grabbed a pen and post-it, and jotted down the directions he repeated on the phone, sort of in code form. He did the same thing, and when he was done, we had the same notes on our post-its, except he had a few codes there from before. He was then going to explain the directions to me, but first he went on to explain his earlier notes, kind of to boast about how clever he was with his little codes. It was just mundane office stuff. I was getting impatient, and glanced at my watch. I was twenty minutes late now.

Somehow the info-desk people didn’t find out anyway. Annoyed I asked incredulously: So you mean to tell me the info desk at this school can’t tell me how to get to a classroom? Well, I’m sure some of the students know, he said, and stopped a girl at random who was walking by. She seemed very friendly and suggested she show me the way there. She said we had to walk to T’s office to get to the other floor. (T is a guy from my boardgaming club, who doesn’t work at a school as far as I know.)
That’s at the other end of the building! I said.
That’s right, she said. I can take you there later too if you want.
I thought this was an odd thing to say, I couldn’t see why I would need the way shown to me twice.

I’m having dreams-within-dreams with increasing frequency, that is to say, dreams wherein I wake up from a dream, often several times. (I think maybe it’s caused by thinking about writing down dreams for this blog.)

I was at some party with lots of people. Many things happened, but I only recall fragments, and will skip these events.

I woke up on a bus. C, a friend of mine from before (the same person from the dream of March 16) was also there, and a couple of other people. These had all been to the party. What was that thing anyway? I asked C. I think it was an underskog.no event, he said. Maybe also connected to gaming, since I met a lot of gamers there, someone said. Still I was unsure whether I had really been to that party or if I’d dreamt it.

I think maybe that party was just a dream, I said. We had now left the bus and were walking on a country road. But that would mean this is also a dream, I continued. The others didn’t answer. I’ll prove it, I said, and walked down to a lake near the road. I planned on doing something outrageous that would only occur in a dream. I was barefoot anyway, so I walked until the water reached my ankles. But as a tank ship passed by quite closely the water seemed dirty somehow, and I had second thoughts.

I thought I’d try something else. The others were now a little ahead of me. I tried to fly, willing myself straight up into the air. It worked, and I flew past them. I looked back and down at the road, the trees around it and the people. It all looked like a plastic film. I reached down and picked up one of the guys, peeling him off the film. I held him between my fingers — a flat plastic, lifeless figure. I dropped him back onto the film, and then flew down and landed on the road. Everything now looked normal again. But the guy was lying on the ground, the others standing over him, and he looked like he was hurt.

I woke up in my old room, in the apartment I had lived with my mother and brother. They were there, and my brother was still a little boy. In this part of the dream I tried to “figure out” what I had dreamt, and also communicate it to my mother somehow. It involved a cell phone or pad-like device with a touch screen, and I had great difficulty making it do what I wanted. I don’t remember much detail.

Also a dream from last night.

I was watching a movie or TV program. A scene showed the view from inside a car. A sign on a wall at the side of the road read C doesn’t live here. (C is guy I actually used to know. The sign had his full name, which is quite an unusual name.) I had to figure out this mystery, and so I went to visit the people living around where this was filmed. It was a man and a couple of women, living in a luxurious house with a swimming pool. The man seemed like a movie star or a rock star. It turned out they had put the sign up as some kind of joke, because they had had an encounter with C some time ago. He had come to sell them something, but they weren’t interested. For some reason he had hung around anyway, coming back several times. He had become interested in one of the women, pursuing her. They thought he was kind of pathetic. I was sitting outside by the pool, listening to this story. It was summer. I had a glass of Coke with ice cubes in it. I was trying to read the ice cubes, as they were each shaped like a letter, but it was hard because of the dark color of the liquid and the fact that they were partially melted. What I really wanted to do was rearrange them in some way, so as to use the ice cubes as a search engine to find out more about C and his history with this place.

Some parts of the dream may be missing, but I was now in a big house, with several rooms, halls and hallways. The decor was brown, classy, with leather and dim lights, and there were lots of people. I was walking down the stairs and C’s old girlfriend was walking past me. She didn’t recognize me. I thought that I had to consult my mother about this. (This is probably partially based on reality, since it turned out some time ago that my mother was working with C’s old girlfriend. She had never met her before, but I’d realized it was her from what my mother happened to say about her.)

I went down the stairs to a big hall and to a table where someone I thought was my mother was sitting with some other people. The person said that he was in fact F (a friend of mine). I then realized that they just looked alike. (In real life they don’t, and he doesn’t look like a woman nor my mother like a man.) I said to him that of course I knew it was him, because I recognized his voice. F told me that mothers and such were not allowed inside with the others, and had to stay in tents outside. It seems that this was some kind of convention. I asked him whether I could grant my mother permission to come inside, but he said that only the management could grant that permission.

I went outside to see her. Since I had no idea where the campsite was, I decided to call her on my cell phone. The place I was leaving was a huge castle, very tall. The word château came to my mind. There was a beautiful landscape all around, hills, clear blue sky, warm weather. Quite a distance behind the castle was another one, stretching up into the sky, its top in a haze. There were no other building in view. I reached my mother on the phone, but it was a bad connection. She told me the name of the place where she was; it was a French sounding name. I had no idea where it was and there was no one around. I was walking down a road, but didn’t know whether it was the right direction. She said that where she was it was very cold and lots of snow. A strong gale was blowing on her end, making it difficult to hear what she was saying as she was trying to explain her location. I said that it was odd, because the sky was blue where I was.

Dream from last night.

Bill Murray was standing in front of a mirror. He was pulling something from his eyes, like dead skin covering them. This caused his eyes to turn blood red around the irises. It somehow changed his personality, and he was now vindictively searching for some man to harm him. It was up to me to calm Bill down, and I lead him by the arm, taking him to see his friends. The only one I remember is Martin Short, but there were other actors and comedians too. His eyes turned gradually white again. This dream ended very positively, with Bill and I walking down the street with lots of other celebrities. Quite a few of them had died but were now alive again, which we were all very happy about.

The details of this dream are very fuzzy, but what I remember is kind of interesting. This is just the very end of course.

I woke up in my grandfather’s room, on a mattress on the floor. (I have slept in my grandfather’s room many times but on the fold-out sofa, not on the floor.) I got up and tried to recollect my dream, telling it to my grandfather and some other people. There had actually been three different parts to this dream, but apparently they had all involved working on a farm in the old days. My grandfather said that it was good that I got to know a bit about how it was in the old days. But I pointed out that what I dreamt might not actually have been a good representation of reality.

I was also trying to remember names of people in the dream, writing them down on a piece of paper, but couldn’t remember all of them. I had five or six written down, none of them names of people I actually knew. (I’m pretty sure this was false, since I don’t usually dream names of people.)

In one part of the dream I was conveying, I had actually woken up from another dream. I pointed to the mattress where I had just woken up and said that in my dream I had also woken up there. Now it might very well be that I hadn’t actually dreamt that I dreamt that I woke up from a dream. Instead maybe I just confused the occurrence of me waking up on the mattress with actually having also dreamt that I did.

A dream from 11 May 2011.

I was in some kind of battle or contest like a computer game, but feeling very real. It had just been revealed that I was a very powerful kind of something. A medium-sized umbrella had just emerged and opened on top of my head or hat, and this umbrella was both a powerful weapon and a means of flight.

But then a bunch of other guys, maybe five or six, revealed that they too were of the same kind. Umbrellas opening they flew towards me, and it was very scary. This was taking place in some kind of school building, with lots of halls and passage ways (as in many of my dreams). I flew towards them and managed to go up towards the ceiling and past them, but they turned around and to my dismay they were faster. The speed in general was not great, barely faster than running. It felt more like hovering than flying.

Suddenly a second group of about the same number appeared before me. I managed to do some evasive maneuvers, and by a force of will I picked up speed and seemed to be losing them. I went around several corners. In desperation and fear that they would suddenly catch up I thought to go somewhere unexpected without them seeing. I flew into a class room, and realized the only way out was through a window. I opened one as quickly as I could, hoping it wouldn’t be locked. It wasn’t and I fell, then hovered, toward the ground, the window being several stories up. I went around a corner outside, and then weighed the possibilities: Getting away from the school towards some buildings and trees, with the possibility of the others seeing me fleeing through a window. Or hunkering down in a small spot I’d just noticed. I did the latter. It was behind a low wall, between the building and a trash can.

I remember thinking about the apartment building I’d looked at, the trees, the school, the very real smell of the trash can and the physical feeling of where I was. Knowing then that it was a dream, I thought about all the other times I’d had dreams of places that seemed very real and then waking up wondering if I was indeed channeling into my dream a real place where I’d never been in waking life. (In reality I have never wondered this while awake, but in this dream that’s what I thought.) I thought that this time I had to gather some clues about this place, so that when I woke up I could try to find out where it was, and whether it was indeed a real place.

Then I woke up.

I dreamt a lot last night, but only two distinct parts of the dream I remember well.

I was in a gloomy cellar. It seems I was there willingly. There were three doors, each one a doorway to Hell, very reminiscent of Clive Barker’s Hellraiser (although these doors seemed to be there all the time). Like in Hellraiser, there were labyrinthine corridors on the other side. I can’t remember being afraid.

The hallways to which the three doors led all connected on the other side, so it didn’t seem like it made a difference which of the doors one went through.

But at one point it became apparent that it was the middle door that had to be opened. The door, or perhaps Hell itself, made this clear by turning the door invisible so that we (or I?) could see it leading down a corridor to another door. Then, the middle door was like a TV screen, zooming in on the other door, even zooming so far that this other door appeared bigger than real size and one could only see a part of it. Then the view panned down to the handle of that door, which was pink and rubbery and shaped like a smooth erect penis. (I associated this with the sexual depravity of Hellraiser, the whole pain/pleasure thing.)

The later part of the dream was quite different. It’s strange to me now writing down these two passages, because they seem so related. But when I woke up, the connections didn’t occur to me, they were just the two parts of the dream I remembered best.

I was on an open-air plaza of a gigantic structure, some sort of temple. It was daylight. There were two big buildings, one to each side, sort of like mosques. I think we were high above sea level, maybe on a mountain. Everything was of stone, seeming like sandstone.

A priest was there, my superior or someone of authority. We were to perform a ritual, maybe a summoning. Between us was a casket, maybe a little smaller than a human sized coffin. It was quite plain looking, maybe wooden, with a perfectly rounded lid. What was in it was of some importance, but I don’t think I knew what it was, and maybe the revelation of the contents was part of the ritual.

It’s not clear what we did as part of the ritual, but for each step, we somehow went higher up a tower. Either the tower was already there, just that I couldn’t see anything higher up than the level I was on, or the tower appeared one level at a time. Each level was different, but made of stone.

When we had reached a great hight, there was another casket there, exactly like the first one but much bigger. The priest and I were standing on each side of it. I’m not sure where the first one was now, but I think we had it with us the whole time. The level where we were standing consisted of not much else than this casket, in any event nothing to stand on except the floor directly underneath the casket – so we had to stand on our toes, tucking them under the casket, where there was a gap because of its four feet. I was deathly afraid to fall down; behind me there was no support, just a plunge hundreds of meters down.

I noticed then that we weren’t on the very top of the tower. There was something even above us – a huge cross, or maybe even a crucifix or Christ figure.

A new dream, from two nights ago.

I was at work. There were some problems with the receptionists. I don’t really remember much from this part of the dream.

Later I was told to see a guy, he was either some sort of boss or some sort of wiz kid at the company. They called him “Mr. L” [L being the name of the company]. He told me about a radical new technology they were developing. [I actually work at a software company.] They were mining for some rare material, and he showed me schematics of how they were drilling into certain rocks. These mines were now on the verge of collapse, so he told me they were going to drill into a new rock, next to the others.

He was now taking me into one of the current mines. It was a downward slope which after a short distance opened up to a rubble filled hall to the left, sloping upwards, back the same way. Suddenly the entrance collapsed, rocks tumbling down, and we were trapped. I was really scared, but suggested we had to start lifting rocks, to try to clear the entrance. Then we heard a deep, demonic voice: CLEAR IT. We both thought it was best to obey. I started lifting rocks away at the bottom of the path going up to the entrance, but the other guy was in the big hall instead. I was actually making some headway; a chain reaction caused rocks blocking the opening to fall away. But then I saw that the guy had made his way up the slope of the hall and was leaving through a crack, sort of next to where we had gone in but a little further away.

I made my way out of the mine. Now I heard chanting from a short distance away. I went toward it to investigate. It was a little ways into a forest – “Mr L” and some other people were conducting a demonic ritual. I was on a cliff above them. I can’t remember actually peering over the cliff and seeing them.

Next I was on the run through the forest. It was the demonic worshippers following me, but they seemed like people I knew now. The landscape was very steep to one side, down toward the sea. I kept trying to throw myself down the steep hills, to tumble down and quickly escape my pursuers. Although I would surely hurt myself on trees and rocks, I was certain it wouldn’t be too bad, and that I’d done it before. But somehow I just wasn’t able to do it, the incline wasn’t steep enough when I tried so I didn’t get anywhere.

Another dream from June 2010, the 6th to be precise.

I was at my grandparents’ old apartment, and I was in a fight with some kind of witch. She had reduced me to such a bloody mess that I realized it would only get worse if I didn’t call truce. So with great humiliation I said that I gave up – she had won. She was very pleased with this. We both knew that this meant I was under the thrall of the witch and she would make my life miserable from then on. What I was most worried about though was what I’d just experienced: extreme physical pain. So I asked her about the regular torments she would put me through – would they generally be more psychological? Yes, she replied, it would be too much effort for her to torture me bodily very often. So, I asked again, it would be more like ruining my life so that I was lonely and devoid of all happiness? She concurred, and I was relieved to hear this. I could imagine weathering such pains, as long as I didn’t have to experience the physical agony.

She seemed content with what she had put me through, and we both took steps to go to another room. (We were in the hall.) But then we realized that we were both going to the bathroom. What do you want in there? she asked. I said I had to rinse my mouth out. I had lots of blood and pieces of what I assume were my teeth in my mouth. This gave her an idea for further torture, were she with her magic would really start grinding away at my teeth and the inside of my mouth. I was terrified and regretted bitterly that I’d given her the idea.

The dream gets a little hazy here, but at some point we were in the kitchen. Somehow I managed to strike an offensive blow against the witch. I grabbed her and struck her head against the sink so that her head tore off. She wasn’t defeated, but before she could do anything I started tearing her body apart to incapacitate her. Her head was on the floor and she was speaking, but I don’t remember what she was saying. I grabbed the head and tore the brain out in the sink, and started rending it to pieces. It seemed important to disable her brain as much as possible. There was no blood during this dismemberment. I think the only liquid was her slimy brain.

At some point the witch was transforming herself into a lion. The body parts on the floor were regrowing and reassembling themselves into a lion’s body as I was working on mangling the brain and the head. It was apparent to me that the witch’s powers resided in these three parts: the body, the head and the brain, and it was important to keep them separate. During this, I washed my hands in the sink, but also thought that I shouldn’t let too many brain-parts get into the sewage system, lest they somehow reassemble out in the wild.

My male cousin was also a slave to the witch, and he was also in the apartment. I called to him to come help, but he was busy in another room doing something with our grandfather. I called again and again, emphasizing the urgency of the situation. I grew more desperate, frustrated and angry for each time I had to holler at him. This is the most important thing you’ll ever do in your life! I screamed. And I meant it of course; we could be free from the witch! But I don’t remember ever stating explicitly that it concerned the witch. At last my cousin came and saw what I was doing. Well, you have her brain and her head pretty much ruined, he said. He didn’t seem that interested. Yeah, but look, I said, we can’t let her body grow into a lion. The lion looked kind of small at this point, like a big dog, and one hind leg was this tiny stump in the process of growing out.

This dream is from June 2007:

I was walking around with my brother, who is 13 years younger. In the dream he was little, maybe 7 or 8 years old. We were walking in some sort of forest–garden hybrid; there were small areas with grass and trees enclosed by stone edgings and between them were gravel walkways. The trees were big and old like in a real forest.

We were on our way somewhere to meet the others, but weren’t sure of the way. After walking a while we ended up in the same place. I then got a somewhat clearer sense of the area and found out that we were going “that way”, a little uphill from where we were. We had stopped and unpacked something from our bags. I started collecting it, but my brother was already taking off up the road. Wait! I shouted, but he continued along. A short distance ahead I saw a theater curtain descending across the walkway in front of him. I’m not sure of the color of this curtain. It extended as far as I could see from each side of the road. I now ran after him shouting that he mustn’t go behind the curtain, but it was too late; he was already on his way through. (Did he go under, or was there an opening?)

I was very scared for what would happen to him on the other side of the curtain. I reached the curtain just as he disappeared, and I started frantically searching for the way through. I found it at last. (I think there might have been several layers of fabric.) I managed to grab my brother, and in so doing glimpsed the total and complete darkness that existed on the other side. I pulled him back. Appalled I discovered that his skin had changed to an ashen color, like he was covered with gray soot, but it was his skin color. His hair had changed from blonde to black and only a few strands remained on his head. He stood there in front of me shivering, but with an expressionless face. I grabbed him by his shoulders and asked him what was wrong. Nothing, he answered blankly. I searched in my head for the solution. I thought that I would either have to go behind the curtain myself, so that I would end up like him; or try to reach the edge of the curtain on either side, to figure out what had happened to him. These two solutions seemed logical in the dream.