Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Dream Diart 091614: The Shark, the Horder, and the Hotel

I am in a medium sized yacht.  It is day.  The yacht is anchored crossways so that it blocks the entrance of the large and deep lagoon we are floating in.    There is a reason that we are blocking the lagoon entrance, but I do not know what it is.  The other people on the boat are the cast of the first season of the Walking Dead, specifically Rick and Lori.  We are all pulling a set of ropes and tubes out of the water.  The ropes are connected to something deep underwater.  Daryl Hannah is also present and is pulling the ropes at the boats edge.  There is a giant shark in the lagoon.  It looks very fake when I see it, but the fear it generates in me feels very real.  It attacks the boat because of the motion of pulling the ropes in.  Darryl Hannah is taken.

Now we are on the interior shore.  I can see the boat at the entrance to the lagoon.  Everyone except Rick has come to shore.  There is a old American west style fort a few hundred yards inland from the shore.  The people in the fort are "at war" with the people in the boat.  I know that Shane from the Walking Dead is in the Fort.  Those that make it to shore ask for mercy and fall asleep at the door.

It is at this point that I realize that I am neither myself in this dream nor one of the characters from the boat.  I turn away from the sleeping people and speak with a man who has just docked his small wooden dinghy.  I tell him that the people at the door are peaceful and looking for mercy.  He is rough looking and carries a shot gun.  Back on the boat the Shark attacks again, damaging the backside of the yacht.

Now I am in the house of a horder helping someone my sister? clean.  Most of the larger piles and furniture have been removed. We are now rearranging the remaining furniture into a livable structure and cleaning up leftover debris.  I am working with a small bookshelf.  I just started helping and someone else had put the bookshelf in place without cleaning the debris away first.  I am frustrated as I try to get at the debris without knocking the bookshelf over.  Books keep tilting and falling.

In the debris I find a small toy black cat head.  It inspires me.  I run out of the building.  It is night outside.  I am running down a hill on a trail towards my house.  I am looking for my cat.  She is black with green eyes like the toy.  She and another black cat have a reunion.  They are twins separated at birth.  They play in the tall grass.  In my house I am watching TV with someone.   It is the only light.  A voice asks if I am going to return to help clean up the horder's mess.

Now I am in a hotel.  There is a young african american woman who works in the hotel.  She is talking about the hotel and smiling a lot.  There are many people in this space.  It is time for breakfast?  I feel an overwhelming urge to be outside and head out the door.  There is a water fountain outside.  The top of the fountain is covered in strange soft edged hexagonal rocks.  I climb to the top of the fountain.  I want one of the rocks but for some reason I cannot seem to take one.

In a recessed area near the entrance there are four people.  Two dressed as superheroes and two dressed as super villains.  One of the heroes lifts her mask slightly and smiles at me.  It is an old friend.  They all climb into an older SUV together.  They are escaping?  going to lunch?  I gesture towards the car and with my magnetism powers, I dismantle the vehicle.  The people inside receive a bit of an electric shock.  A voice says to be careful not to harm them.  I set them aside and reconstruct the vehicle without any electricity.  It is now shiny and silvery but it is only the shape of the SUV and does not function.  It is sculpture.

I wake.


Note:
I have exhibited an array of super powers within my dreams over the years, but with this dream the magnetism power is new.

Also, the disembodied voice within the dream has appeared before.  It often manifests as someone speaking over my shoulder in a quiet clear voice or as a voice in my head.  In this dream specifically it seems to have taken on the role of moral conscience, but often it merely presents information other than the main thrust of the dream.  Often it will show up at the end of a dream with a specific set of information.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Dream Diary 091514: A Girl and Her Dragon

I am sitting in a tree house. The interior is rather large and decorated somewhat like a public waiting room. There is a man sitting opposite me in a chair. The windows are large and outside there is a large storm approaching. The clouds fill up much of the sky and are dark. I tell the man that it looks like its going to be a big on. I am excited.

Outside the tree house there is a small town and I am just outside the main street section. The tree house fades and I see the image of a young girl with long dark brown hair. She has several braids. From a distant viewpoint I can see her and her friends. She has a dragon but it looks more like a large bat. It is furry like a bear and more friendly looking than the usual dragon. I think to myself that I have never read Anne Mcaffrey's Dragonriders of Pern.

The young girl stands with her bat dragon and her group of young friends near what, from this distance, looks like an amusement park. There is a fence surrounding a large mountain.  My point of view is just above a bank of clouds.  I understand that the gist of her story is that in order to protect her dragon she must get “home”.   The girl? a relative? owns a substantial acreage of land where her dragon could fly free and unmolested.  In urban areas it will be feared and caged or possibly killed.

Now I am on the ground on a road. The police are looking for the girl. They are calculating which road she might have taken to get across the county. Several nondescript policemen rattle off some road names.  It is overcast and raining.

Now I am at the door of a dark bathroom. My need is great, I force my way in past a janitors cart. I apologize and announce my presence as I enter. The bathroom extends a great distance. There are many stalls. The Janitor is in the far back.  I quickly urinate and flush the toilet. When the toilet flushes, the toilet bowl transforms into a strange and complex medical technology. Floating in the water are the caps of medical syringes. The side of the bowl has measures marked on it like a large beaker.

I wake.


Note: I think my subconscious is reacting to my taking notice of the bathroom theme. The theme has begun to repeat more, although my bladder was full upon waking this time. However, the pattern of the theme has been fairly static for many years. The addition of the medical technology aspect is a new element. I've had several urinary tract issues earlier in the year and this could be a reflection of those issues.

Also, this dream was challenging to recall. I woke and did not immediately rise.  Although it is pleasant to linger in bed in a half conscious state, this has the unfortunate effect of fogging my dream recall.  There are sections of this dream where I am sure there were more moments present, specifically between the tree house and the image of the small town main street.

Weekly Mandala: Blue Lotus


In the chambers of mind,
I found that its shape would not sit
for the painting of a moment of stillness,
but shifted and gamboled in the inkling.
It ran both near and far
and laughed at my notions of direction and destiny.
No matter my reservations or protests,
it always danced.

Recommended Listening:
Jóhann Jóhannsson
Fordlândia
from Fordlândia


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Sunday, September 14, 2014

Dream Diary 091414: Theatre Elevator

I'm in a crowded theatre looking for a seat.  I just came in the second story doors.  The performance has not yet begun.  There is a blonde man, a teacher with his class.  He and his class are already sitting in large area near the doors.  I am thinking of sitting in a seat near them.  The blonde teacher is flamboyant and talkative and I find him somewhat attractive.  His students are ambiguous dream people with nearly no identity.  As he continues to talk I realize that he is generally shallow and is talking about only superficial things.  He and the surrounding area all seem to be bathed in a bright yellow glow or spotlight.

I step away to go to the bathroom before the performance.  I bump into a friend.  The friend is nearly as nondescript as the students, but I recognize the person as a friend.  They have their two children with them, a young boy and a young girl.  Twins?  They are sitting several rows over and I decide to go sit with them, but first I need to go to the bathroom.

I exit the the seating area into the atrium and move to the left where the elevator is.  This area seems much darker than the rest of the dream so far.  I push the button and the elevator comes.  Inside it looks like the interior of an ambulance, but it is also a bathroom.  On the opposite wall I entered there is a panel of buttons.  I get the impression that the elevator opens on both sides and that the theatre is connected to a hospital.

The elevator returns to my floor and I get out.  My friend's children are there and before I can do anything they slip inside the elevator and the door closes surprisingly fast.  I freak out a little, but then I remember that they the elevator will come back.  I look down on the floor and I see that the children have left their pies on the floor by the elevator.  My friend shows up and the elevator returns.  We all move to our seats.

I wake.


Note:  The bathroom theme repeating here is the same as usual, but not as urgent.  However, I did wake with a full bladder.  Also of note is that the presence of a theatre in my dreams is usually an indicator of stress and chaos.  In this dream however, I am in the audience where as in my stressful theatre dreams I am either on stage or in the rafters of the theatre.

Friday, September 05, 2014

Dream Diary 090514: Adversarial Creatures

In the first sequence I am trapped in an oval shaped room.  A metal riveted door slams down and I do not escape in time.  There are boxes all over the room.  The room is about the size of a racquet ball court.  The floor is covered in about 4-5 inches of water.  Inside the room with me is a dog like creature with a head that looks somewhat like the head of cabbage, only much larger.  The dog creature continually tries to attack me, but I manage to throw boxes in its path.  As the attacks continue it becomes more difficult to evade the creature.  Through the entire scene, I am speaking to someone over the intercom in the room.  We are discussing how to get the door open?  I keep saying snarky things.

In the second sequence I am trying to get away from a small strange bug that pulses with blue electricity.  It looks like a dark dragonfly with no wings.  It keeps leaping at me and I manage to swat it away, but eventually it gets on my person.  I run into the kitchen and ask my stepfather to see if it is on me and to help get it off me.  The kitchen and living room are separated by a small partition.  My mother leaves the kitchen and moves into the living room.  One wall of the room is missing and beyond it a vortex of color spins.  There are objects floating in the space between the missing wall and the vortex?  I turn around so my step father can examine my other side.  The kitchen table and counters are covered in clutter.  I describe the bug, but he says he sees nothing.  I speak as though I am talking into a recorder.  I am giving some kind of report to a higher authority while I examine equipment.  I am examining the parts to see if it needs repairs?


These sequences happened at different points in the evening and I woke between them.  They were both part of larger dream sequences, but these are the only parts I recalled upon waking.  I am amused and interested to note that this is the second instance of a cluttered kitchen space this week.

Modo Cogitari: Crystalline Kingdom

And so they raised up the light
to let it shine down upon the Earth.

Dream Diary 090314: Fragments

I am in a space that is somewhat like a cave, but it is manmade.  There is broken concrete all around and one section is fenced off with chain link fencing.  There is the feeling in the air of being in an enemy camp.  Simultaneous to this there is an urgency indicating that something is about to occur.  Someone speaks over a loud speaker?  There is crowd, but they are distant.  There is a creek? or small lake? nearby.  I have to pretend to avoid being identified as "not one of them".

There was much more to this dream, but I do not recall it in entirety.  I did not even remember the dream until late in the day.

Wednesday, September 03, 2014

From the Archives: The Prince of Sickles

Here is a sharpie sketch from a period of time when my superhero work was bleeding together with my occult symbolist work.

{Sharpie}

With this post, From the Archives will be moving to a monthly frequency.
 
 

Dream Diary 090314: Cluttered Kitchen

I am in a house that is simultaneously an exterior environment.  Several walls are missing and beyond I can see trees.  The smokestack of the fireplace extends up into open air.  The visual is very cluttered.  There are objects and clothing lying about everywhere.  There are many people present but I do not recognize any of them.

Present in the crowd, there is a man that I acknowledge as being a stripper.  He has a blonde beard and bright eyes.  He flirts with me and I smile in return.  I am surprised because I did not expect there to be a stripper at this kind of event.  He is preparing for his act, but I have to go to the bathroom.  I make my apologies and promise a quick return before he begins.

The way to the bathroom is more cluttered than the room with the fireplace.  It is a kitchen?  There is what I acknowledge as a wood burning stove.  It is covered in plates and pans and kitchen accoutrement.  I have to make a pathway to the bathroom.  I move a small table to the side and get some kind of sticky goo on my hand.  I move on.

At some point during my movement from the room with the fireplace to the bathroom, two competing "voices" enter the dream.  One is associated with a black cloth with a repeating white design on it and the other is a deep vibrant purple.  They are disagreeing with each other when I enter the bathroom.

The bathroom, much like the fireplace room, is open on two sides.  Beyond is a dewy morning field of grass with a line of trees beyond.  The sun has not yet risen above the live of trees, but the sky is already glowing with much light.  I sit on the toilet.  I can hear the disagreeing voices but they are far away and muted.

I wake


Note:  It has become a repeating symbol set in my dreams that should a bathroom or urinal or toilet appear, it is a warning klaxon to my dreaming consciousness.  It is an indication that my physical bladder is full and I need to wake and quickly get to my physical bathroom.  When the bathroom shows up in my dreams I do generally wake very shortly after.  However, if I should begin to actually urinate within the dream, then there is the danger of physical action.

Tuesday, September 02, 2014

Dream Diary 090214: The Columns

My housemate Kevin is driving around.  It is nighttime.  We are in a dimly lit parking lot?  junkyard?  There are strange columns everywhere that I acknowledge as some kind of Magickal binding for this space.  The columns are spotted with multiple colors, like a calico cat.  They are strangely colored and look almost cartoonish or claymation in style.  However, the colors are neutralized almost to the point of being grey.  I do not know what is bound here.

I ask Kevin if he knows about any gang tags spray painted on buildings in the town where we live.  He says that there aren't that many gangs here, that there are more in the town I lived in previously.  Though I asked about gang tags I was thinking of graffiti in general.  I want to collect images of actual graffiti as reference for my comic book work when I am drawing urban environments.

An image of a double page spread appears.  It is of a neighborhood with simple houses and trees.  The scene is at a dramatic angle.  I acknowledge it as having been drawn by John Romita Jr.  Amidst the columns I see a blonde man with short cropped hair almost in the style of a military haircut.  The man is nude.  He is being dominated?  attacked? by a large amorphous creature.  They appear to be struggling with each other.  The creature looks much like the columns although hairy also, like a bear.  The entire scene with the creature and the man is drawn in the style of Ted Mckeever.

I wake.

Monday, September 01, 2014

Weekly Mandala: Space Invader




{Digital Images manipulated in Adobe Photoshop}




Dream Diary 090114: The Peacock Building

I am in some sort of beaucratic building or a school of some such.  I'm carrying a trashcan with me.  It is larger than the ones they have available in the building.  I am looking for my dorm room.  I pass through a cafeteria type space that was just opening.  There isn't much of a line yet and much of the building is dark.  Is it early or late?  I keep walking in a circle through the building.  I never find my room, but I am left with a lingering feeling that I began the dream there and now I cannot get back.

At some point I exit the building and am standing outside.  It is daytime but I think overcast as I do not see the sun.  The building is centered in a public park type space with car parking on one side of the building.  There is a neighborhood of houses surrounding and lots of trees everywhere.  The trees closest are old oaks.  I turn to look back and I notice that the building itself is unusual.  The base is that single flat level style that many older American elementary schools used to be built in.  It is red bricks with aluminum trim.  Growing out of the center of the building is a huge and colorful peacock head sculpture.  It is brightly colored and possible made of some type of opaque glass?  It is easily three of four stories tall.  I keep walking away from the school.  The grass is very green, thick, and healthy.

I near the road, the intersection.  The roads are old style asphalt with gravel mixed in and have not been repaved for some time.  There are still in good condition though.  There is a woman there whom I recognize to be an administrator.  For the school?  She is sitting?  She points to towards the direction I came from to a flag hanging there.  It is the American flag with the red and whites stripes replaced by the rainbow flag of homosexual civil rights.  She says to me "You're going to have to take that down."  I say, "okay."

She explains that I have to go around and move my car because I was leading traffic the wrong direction.  I look at the movement of the cars and don't quite understand, but agree with her anyway.  She points back towards the entrance to the school.  I begin to walk that direction.  As I go, she leans in and licks the side of my face.  She says, "mmmmmm...Sulfur."  I wonder if she does that to the old people at the nursing home and think to myself that it isn't really very appropriate.  I am walking now and I look down.  It is as though I am wearing a mask with a repeating quatrefoil pattern cut out to view through.  Like the road, the sidewalk is an older style but in good condition although there are some cracks.

I wake.