Dream Log: September 26, 2000 (idea) by stash

Dream Games & Lessons

My Dad says his house was tilting so he propped up the corner with a book.
Playing frisbee golf with balls of light on the surface of the moon.
Cleaning my room with telekinesis.
I'm staying at my the house of my friend's cousin. The United States has recently become an anarchy so I get drunk off my ass in celebration/depression. Food is stored in my room: lettuce, carrots, lemons, nuts, etc. I wake up in the middle of the night and stagger into the living room. Allen's cousin is there, making himself a midnight snack. We talk about the plan to go to Allen's electric fenced compound in the morning. He says he's already shot ten men, and Mendocino is a burnt ember on an ocean cliff.
A training dream. Over and over, a grey-haired man jumps in front of me with a gun while I practice shooting him right between the eyes.
I receive information from the Collective Consciousness: room temperature affects my ability to have lucid dreams, and even vivid ones. I am advised to be extra warm when sleeping for maximum lucid dream potential.
Another practice dream. I'm on a long, slanted stage where I practice running and jumping into the air (to initiate dream flight). I also practice calling weather into being. Dream ends when I create a horror film dream that's too scary.
I pick up some plane tickets. My dad and step-mother leave to go to Italy.
The climax and conclusion to a comedy movie starring John Candy. Candy is the father of a family of five caught in an adventure tale disguised as a vacation gone awry. I am one of his little kids and we're in the water of the South Pacific after the evil cruise captain dumped us overboard. We cunningly trick him into joining us, then steal the ship back. He ends up on a deserted island while we sail to a Thailand resort.
I'm sitting on a folding chair in the front row of a town meeting. We are deep in Siskiyou County in the wilderness of north central California. There are about fifty people here, just about the entire local population. Someone gives a presentation on a particular kind of bluegrass music then reveals at the end that it was invented by two of our very own. Two long-haired, long-bearded men stand up and receive the applause. The next presentation is memorial for a woman school teacher who recently died of cervical cancer. It's a collection of home movies that were shot all throughout her treatment, up until the very end. She wanted to film everything as an educational video for her students. I couldn't stop crying through the whole thing. I must have known her very well.

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