they say documentation helps the lucidity. what better place than a public blog?
last night: helen and i were looking to build a house. we found a small island that was perfect, like in lost, but much smaller. except that before we even started to build, we'd upset a nest of wasps on the ground and a hive of bees in a tree. they all swarmed, but it wasn't terrifying.
the building of the house is hazy, but we lived there for only a little while (always in fear of the wasps chewing their way in) when the flood came. our house was just high enough that only the lower floor flooded, but the upper story(ies?) had many holes in the floors, almost like wells. and outside wasn't pretty ocean any longer. now we were surrounded by the beach at normandy, barbed wire, czech hedgehogs, corpses and all. also: wasp attacks (finally).
obviously we had a friendly dolphin as a pet. friendly dolphin now shows up very badly damaged and partially mutilated, gives us a sad look and heads straight into the deep. i knew i had to rescue the friendly dolphin, but i didn't want to go in the water. in addition to all the corpses i knew there were monsters.
the past two nights don't really deserve their own entries, but i'm trying to be thorough. sunday night's dream was only figuratively a nightmare, involving mostly hours of conversation with obnoxious neighbors, always borrowing my stuff and spewing all kinds of pointless socialist crap and liberal guilt. all while half my shit is next door at theirs! i remember preaching the gospel of ayn rand at least three times that night...
last night was a video game dream. some kind of futuristic race with lots of big weapons. i had a rocket launcher. i don't recall whether i had problems with jamming or finding ammo, but it's a pretty common theme.
not much to report for the dream diary lately. mostly just flashes of things, maybe some robots. last night was another video game dream starring lost's evangeline lilly. we took a train with a load of other people to this small city. one of the passengers turned out to be a psycho, and when we arrived, took most everyone hostage. the rest of the dream was repeated attempts by me & evangeline to either rescue the hostages or escape, none of which were successful. each failure started the dream over again. plenty of caves, tunnels and guns.