Dream: Electrocution

About two years ago, I was visiting my friend Alisha in San Francisco. I've never sleepwalked while at her house, but I always dream crazy things there. During this visit, I dreamed I was electrocuted.

In the dream, Alisha and I were taking a long walk. Along the side of a field we were walking by were several large machines that looked a bit like cranes, but had power lines running from one to the other. As we were walking by, suddenly we heard a startling shout from above us. We looked up in time to see a man falling off of one of these cranes. He fell to his death, landing about fifteen feet in front of us.

We stood there in shock. He was obviously dead. We couldn't move, we were so surprised and horrified. As we stood there, the crane started to groan, as if it was about to topple over. Several live wires got loose and started to fall. A large portion of the top of the crane broke off and fell.

Alisha was still in shock, and I had to push her out of the way, and dive in the opposite direction in order to save us. Unfortunately, the place where I landed was in the middle of the live wires, and I was electrocuted.
I woke up in Alisha's house convulsing, like I was having a seizure. I couldn't stop for about ten seconds after waking. My body was so pumped full of adrenaline, I was panting. I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night.


Last night, I had a similar dream. This time, I was the one who couldn't react fast enough, and Alisha had to push me away. I still landed in the live wires, and was killed. I wasn't convulsing when I woke up, but I was shivering uncontrollably.
Today, in the back of my mind, I've been a bit nervous around electrical things.

Dreams: More Blasphemy

My subconscious is so blasphemous. O_o

I dreamed I was a psychiatrist of sorts, but my specialty was to help religious people turn away from their faith and embrace a religionless reality. It was my job to ease them into the transition of a non-religious mentality and to be there to help them in their feelings of grief over it. The idea in the dream was that they were much better off for having done it.
"Its like putting peroxide on a cut," I told them. "It can hurt like hell, but it has to be done if you're going to heal."

Then the dream morphed into me being a Pharaoh-like character. My city had a national religion that I had always tolerated. I had always known unquestionably that it was a completely false set of beliefs. My people were starting to get out of hand with their worship, practicing sacrifice, neglecting living activities because they were too preoccupied with the afterlife. I decided to ban the religion, and destroy all temples and statues dedicated to the god. (I think his name was Bale...but I'm not sure.)
I commissioned new statues, asking the sculptor to come up with a new symbol to symbolize the importance of life and ethics and the people as the most important beings, with me as their leader. I remember being worried that the symbol would become an icon and people would personify it and begin to worship it again. I woke up before the statues were finished.

Dreams: Audition

Yesterday I had an audition. Auditions make me nervous. Those nerves often leak into my dreams.

The night before the audition, I had 8-10 dreams. All short, all lame, all ending the exact same way. Here are some examples:

. I was on a small raft, floating down a very wide, very slow moving stream. I was nervous because I had heard there were dangerous things in this water, like piranhas, and even crocodiles. Suddenly the biggest crocodile I have ever seen leaped halfway out of the water, his jaws aimed at me. I was lying on my back, and had very little time to react. I put one foot on his top jaw, and one on his bottom, trying to keep myself from going inside his mouth.
While I was struggling for my life, I thought: Wait a moment...I have an audition today. Shit.
The dream ended abruptly. Another began.

. I was working undercover for the CIA. My job was to follow this guy who would be attending a wedding in southern Mexico. I was to pretend to be the Bride's sister and attend it as well. Eventually, he caught wind of me, and tried to make a run for it. I cornered him in an ally, gun in hand. While holding him at gunpoint against the wall, I suddenly thought: Wait a minute...I have an audition today. It's in Ohio. I'm in Mexico. How am I going to get there in time?
The dream ended.

. I was a four year old, daughter of a ships captain. We were a trade ship, not outside the law, but not operating perfectly within it either. We shipped goods from Sri Lanka to Europe, bypassing the main tax/toll areas. In the dream, my father was holding me up to the ship's helm, allowing me to steer. I was full of four-year-old joy. Then suddenly I turned to my father and said: "Wait a moment... I have an audition today. Daddy, I have to get to my audition. And I'm not four years old... I'm in grad school." My father looked at me like I had gone mad.
Then the dream ended.

My brain woke me up aggressively with the thought: I HAVE AN AUDITION TODAY. D:
Now that the audition is over, I realize how much tension I was holding. I feel better now. And last night, I dreamed only small dreams.

Dream: Dreaming?

I dreamed that I was an investment banker. I dreamed a lot of details of that life. I was 37 years old. I was unmarried, but had a long time boyfriend, and we were talking about marriage within the next year. I made decent money -certainly enough to live comfortably, and enough to send some help to my only sister who just got laid off. I drove a Lexus. I was moderately happy in my work, but needed a vacation. I was fantasizing about going to Fiji soon. My name was Grace.

The dream was a normal day in my life. I dreamed the entire day. I got up, got ready for work, took a shower, stopped at the gas station and Starbucks on my way to work. I went to lunch at 1:30, and left work a little early that day because my sister was in town and I was taking her to dinner.

While driving in the car with my sister, we were catching up on each other's lives, joking about our crazy parents etc. She asked me if I was still having strange dreams. I said yes. She knows I've been having these dreams for about 25 years. I regularly dreamed that my name was Lizzy, and right now I was going to a music school in Cleveland, but used to go to a Californian school for Anthropology. The dreams went into great detail about Lizzy, and often I dreamed through an entire day of Lizzy's life. Me(Grace) and my sister have been talking about these Lizzy dreams for as long as we can remember. My sister found it fascinating.
"What if you were Lizzy in a past life?"
"I don't know." I said. I didn't really believe in past lives. "Besides, it doesn't seem to be in a different time period or anything. Lizzy lives in modern Cleveland."
"Wouldn't it be scary if there really was a Lizzy? What if you met her someday?"
"Yeah that would be creepy. They're just dreams. But still, I'm glad that I have no reason to go to Cleveland."


Ok so this dream is creepy on many levels. For anyone who is reading this blog who doesn't know me, I am Lizzy, and all those details about me are true. I'm dreaming about Grace, who is dreaming about me. To say waking up from a dream like that is confusing is an understatement.

Dream: The Logic of Dreams. The Logic of Musicals. -Not that Different

This dream was from a few years ago, I found it in my old livejournal. It still makes me laugh.

I dreamed I was sitting in my Anthropology class, having a heated class debate about Obama Vs. McCain. The class was almost evenly split in opinion, and things were getting tense.

I stood up at the most intense part of the debate, and started singing at the top of my voice. Everyone in class stared at me at first like I had gone mad.
For those of you who know the musical Oklahoma! This song that I sang is to the tune of The Farmer and the Cowman Should be Friends.
Here are the lyrics of what I sang:

Oooooh! The Democrats and the Republicans should be friends!
The Democrats and the Republicans should be friends.
One of them likes to hate the gays, the other likes to have parades,
But that's no reason why they can't be friends. la lala la!

The class proceeded to have an old-fashioned hoedown. The classroom became a barn with a large space for dancing, but the walls were still blackboards.

This is very much a category 1 dream. But the song was so funny, I had to post it. I remember waking up humming the tune.
If you've never heard the song before, you can listen to it here.

Dream: Recharge

I dreamed that every one in one thousand people had supernatural powers. These abilities were limited, and were used up as you used them. Eventually they had to be recharged.
There was a very specific type of power that a person could have that recharges other people's powers. A person with recharge power usually did not have any other powers themselves, and how their power was used depended on the person. Sometimes they concentrated on a person with powers in order to recharge them, sometimes it was by touch, sometimes by sex.
An anti-superpower group had started covertly hunting down those who had recharge powers. If all the Rechargers were killed, eventually no one would have powers anymore.

I was a Recharger. I had no other powers, and I recharged people by skin contact. It took awhile -about an hour for a full recharge. I didn't know I had this power for a long time, and when I found out, I tried very hard to keep it a secret. Eventually I was the last Recharger. I was found out, and EVERYONE was after me. Anti-superpower people were trying to kill me. People with powers were constantly trying to kidnap me.
Most of my dream was running and hiding, and being kidnapped by Powerful people.
Pretty rediculous, but I thought the idea of powers needing to be recharged like cellphones was interesting.

Dream: Life Choices

I dreamed that I was visiting a zoo with my two friends Laura and Alisha. It was an indoor zoo, with several stories. There were no staircases, just elevators. That way if an animal ever escaped, it couldn't go down the stairs. The three of us finished up on the fourth floor, where the safari animals were located, and went up to see the reptiles on the fifth floor.

The prize exhibit of this zoo was a record-breaking 29foot crocodile, kept in a gigantic enclosure. We were in a section where you could look at him closely through glass. He was sitting just on the other side from us, and we took many pictures, excited to be able to stand so close to him.

Just as we were pressing our faces up to the glass, there was suddenly an earthquake. I think this dream took place in California, where I used to live. The exhibit glass was new, apparently, and they underestimated how much shock it could absorb from an earthquake. We watched as a crack split across the glass. There was a moment of perfect silence before the glass shattered.

We covered ourselves as best we could to avoid the glass. When we looked up, there was nothing separating us from the 29foot crocodile that was already starting to advance aggressively towards us. We ran down the wide hallway towards the elevator as the crocodile escaped its enclosure and ran after us.

Alisha was not as fast of a runner as Laura and I. I didn't notice that she had fallen behind until Laura and I had already made it to the elevator and desperately pushed the 1st floor button. I looked up and saw her still 15 feet from the elevator doors, the crocodile right on her heels.

The doors began to close, and I realized that Alisha wasn't going to make it in time. If we stopped the doors from closing, all three of us would die. That was an absolute certainty.
So Laura and I stood there and watched as the doors slid shut.
We stood there and watched her face as comprehension dawned in her expression. We saw comprehension turn to horror, then betrayal.
We could hear her screams as the elevator descended.


The first time I had this dream was maybe 4 years ago. I had just about forgotten about it, but it reoccurred last night. It's a VERY upsetting dream, even with the ridiculous dream aspect of a 29foot crocodile.
I'm sorry, Alisha. D:

Sleepwalking: Payment

I sat up in bed, still asleep. I knew I had forgotten to do something important. I got up, and walked through the hallway, all the way to the bathroom sink. I picked up my toothbrush from its usual place, and set it on the floor of the hallway. "Thank you!" I called, in a cheerful tone of voice. Then I went back to bed.

Here's what was going through my mind:
I had forgotten to pay the Cleaners. The Cleaners are a race of tiny beings that live in the carpet. I had hired them to keep the carpet clean while I was on a business trip for a week. In the Cleaner society, toothbrushes are currency.

It made perfect sense to me at the time. When I walked out into the hallway in the morning, I stopped when I saw my toothbrush on the ground. I stood there staring at it for about three minutes before I remembered why it was there.

Dream: New Flight

In this dream I was about thirteen or fourteen years old. I lived with my parents and three older brothers (Dream character's only. I wasn't like my waking self, nor was my family like my real family.)
We lived in a big beautiful house in the hills. The large window in my bedroom overlooked the back garden, just past which was a steep drop into the valley below. It was a beautiful view.

Each member of my family was able to fly. (Superman/peter pan style). It was not an uncommon talent in this dream's world -it was about as common as having red hair. It was usually passed on genetically. Everyone in our family had this ability. Everyone but me.

My parents told me it was ok to be different. They were almost completely able to hide their disappointment. My mother even insisted that flight might still come to me. It was generally known, however, that the flight gene starts manifesting at the age of five or six.

If my family wanted to do any activities that involved flight, I had to be carried by my father. That was ok when I was a child, but I was thirteen now, and no longer wanted to be carried. I stayed behind more and more often.

My brothers were, of course, ruthless about it. They teased me endlessly for my flightlessness. They would hold things just out of my reach, and play keep-away in the air. Sometimes two of them would grab me from behind and fly me out to the steep drop past the garden. Twice they let me fall several meters before catching me again. It was common in my household to hear my mother shout from the window: "Boys! PUT YOUR SISTER DOWN!"

One day, my family and I were out in the back garden. The sun was starting to set and I sat with my parents watching my brothers play air tag. The wind started to pick up, so my mother called us all to go inside. I hadn't been feeling quite right for most of the day. my body ached as it did sometimes before a bad flu.

As I brought up the rear on the way into the house, I was suddenly struck with tremendous pain. It felt like my muscles were ripping apart, especially along my back. I doubled over and fell forward onto my hands and knees. I was screaming and didn't notice my family running back to me, surrounding me with concern.

Slowly, excruciatingly, the muscles along my upper back seared open. Something was extracting itself from my body as my family stared in open-mouthed horror. The twisted thing coming out of my back grew bigger until it was almost the size of my entire body. It slowly unfurled itself.

They were wings. Giant black wings. They were shaped like elongated bat wings, but had giant black feathers like a crow. I fell forward into unconsciousness.

I awoke confused. The pain was still there, but had dulled somewhat. I was lying on my stomach, my back felt torn and bruised. I sat up as well as I could and looked around. It took me several minutes to recognize that I was in the guest bedroom of my house.
The door opened, and my father came in.
"Oh! You're awake! Thank God!" he said.
"Dad...what happened?"
"Everything is going to be ok. We have been on the phone for two days with doctors, specialists, even historians! They told us not to panic. We have the world's foremost authority coming on Tuesday. He will take care of everything."

While he rambled nervously, my thoughts came into sharper focus. Why was I in the guest room? Were those bars on the window? I could see my mom's silhouette in the hallway. She looked like she was crying. Why didn't she come in?

I started to feel sensation in my wings. My dad cut off his rant sharply when I unfolded them. They hurt terribly. Most of all, they itched.
Realization slowly dawned on me as I watched my father's expression mix with fear, worry, disgust, and even hatred as he looked at my wings. I remembered the stories my grandmother used to tell us when we were young children. Stories about the dark children, born to ravens and demons. They flew not in the civilized way, oh no, but by black wings made of beast and brimstone.
Beware the black wings, she'd tell us. Beware the dark children.

"The doctor said he should be able to remove them with only some permanent nerve damage sweetheart." My father didn't' quite meet my eye.
I stared at him. "...Remove? What do you mean? You can't remove them!"
"Of course we will remove them honey. You're not supposed to have wi- those things. The specialist we called is very capable."
"I don't care if he's a wizard dad." I stood up. "You're not cutting off my wings. They hurt, but they also feel...right. I'm supposed to have these. I just need to stretch them. Let me go outside."
I moved for the door. My father scrambled backwards.
"No!" he yelled, panic in his voice. "You don't know what you're saying. Everything will go back to normal after Tuesday. This is for your own good, honey."
He slammed the door. I heard the sound of a very heavy deadbolt being scraped into place.

Over the next few days, I raged against my guestroom imprisonment. I threw the furniture against the door and windows, but to no effect. I screamed at my parents, furious, hysterical, pleading. My wings hurt more each day, but I knew somehow that the pain would go away if I could get them outside into the open air. I felt an extreme sense of claustrophobia and helplessness.

On the third evening of being in that room, a storm started outside. I watched as the wind grew stronger and the rain began to pound on the roof harder than I'd ever heard. I knew it was a hurricane. They were rare in this part of the country, but my parents had told us when we were children to go down to the basement if anything like this happened.
I waited to see if they would come for me, to take me with them to the shelter of the basement. They didn't come. They knew as well as I did that if they opened that door, I would be free of them.

I was startled suddenly by something hitting the window of my room. The glass shattered and part of the windowsill had broken off and had been swept away into the raging storm. Was that space large enough for me to fit through? My excruciating, itchy restlessness became altogether unbearable at that moment. I threw myself at the opening as rain hammered into the room through bars and broken glass.

It took a lifetime to get my body and my wings through that space. My new wings scraped painfully on the bars and splintered wood and I screamed more than once in frustration and pain.

Then suddenly I was free. I soared . All my pain left me, and I knew this was why I was alive. I had been an incomplete person before this moment.
Then the storm took me and blew me across the world.

I woke up saying that last sentence aloud. It took me a while to remember the dream and why I was saying out loud that I was blown across the world. As usual it look almost 24 hours to remember the details.

Sleep Texts: Fairies

I sent these texts in my sleep to my best friend Alisha's boyfriend. But this morning, Alisha told me it was she that was texting with me on his phone.

Me: Do you see them there? Do you see them? Over there in the flowers. Now do you believe me?

Nathan: See what?

Me: Don't tell me you don't see them! The tiny people sitting on the flowers. Now you can tell mom I wasn't fibbing.

Nathan: I'll tell mom if you stop whining. I can barely see there's something there. O_o

Me: Don't make so much noise. You'll scare them away. See that tiny man standing in that red tulip? He's wearing a tiny, upside-down tulip on his head, so he's hard to see.

Nathan: Oh! I can see him! I'm a little scared. I want to go home.


About the title, I'm just guessing I was talking about fairies. I don't remember anything about it, so I suppose it could have been something else. But tiny people sitting in flowers sounds like fairies to me. Although, it's interesting that the one I was pointing out was male.

Dream: School of Ether

I dreamed I lived with my parents on our small farm outside a seaside village. I was a clumsy and rather flippant kid, so I was often punished by being shut in my room. My mother was a strict woman, and sometimes I would be in my room for days at a time.

I had a vivid imagination, forever making up stories and acting them out in my little bedroom. When I got tired from running around my bed chasing bad guys and unicorns, I would lie on my bed and continue the story only through mental imagery. I would imagine being able to fly, away from this house.

One day I was lying on my bed, just being aware of my surroundings, I imagined myself getting up and going into the main room. I imagined my mom in the kitchen area, a pitcher of milk sitting on the table. I imagined, out of spite, knocking the pitcher over.
I heard a crash. I opened my eyes. I heard my mother shrieking at one of my brothers.
"That was my best pitcher! Watch where you're running, clumsy boy!"
"But mother!" I heard my brother whine. "I only just came in. I wasn't nowhere near the table!"

I knew I had knocked over that pitcher. I had somehow found a way to travel outside my body.
I worked hard over the next few weeks, faking ill so that I may lie in my room. I concentrated on my surroundings, and had my mind stand up from the bed while my body remained in it.
I walked through town, invisible, sometimes able to touch things -although that took great concentration that didn't always work.

Eventually I tried to fly. I got nervous --I still wasn't sure if I could be hurt in this form.
I stood on the edge of the small cliff behind my house overlooking the sea. I took a great leap, and screaming (although no one could have heard it), plummeted several meters before I concentrated and began to rise again.

I could fly! I flew for hours and hours over the cliffs, over the town, over the sea. I'd never felt so free!
The longer I spent outside my body, the more tired and sore my body was when I returned to it. Once I spent 6 hours flying lost through a rainstorm. My mind has to get back to my body for it to wake up. It wasn't like a dream. When I finally found my body again, my muscles were too sore to move. I had to sleep for many hours to recover enough to sit up.

During one of my invisible trips through the town, I overheard some old fishermen talking about what they called Neptune's Wall. It was an area several miles out to sea, that no ship could pass. There were rumors of land existing beyond the Wall, but no one had ever come back that tried to pass it.
I began to wonder if I could.

The day I decided to cross the Wall was a beautiful sunny day. I hadn't mind-walked in almost a week, saving up my strength for the trip.
I flew high over the sea. I could see the Neptune's Wall stretch like a barrier parallel to the land, hundreds of miles in each direction. The water churned. The waves in just this one area were high enough to capsize any ship. I flew safely over them.

I spotted an island. Our maps ended at the Wall. No one would believe me if I told them about this island. I would be the first to see it!
Not only an island, but with a series of beautiful castle-like buildings on it. I landed in front of the largest building and read the inscription in the stone.
School of Ether, it said.

I went in. It was indeed a school. I wandered invisible around its endless hallways, past many many students. I stepped into a classroom where they were teaching mathematics, but unlike any mathematics I had ever seen. The equations seemed to include little pictures.
I remember one equation looking like this. (this took me a while to write out because i had to remember exactly what I saw in this dream, and then figure out how to type it.)
anything marked like [this] was an actual drawn picture of that object.
R |X S = [horse]Π_a1,.34.,an⇔{n ∈ ℕ [flower]: n² <>b³/3[butterfly]E3
I was just a farm girl, but even I knew that this couldn't possibly make any sense.

I wandered around some more, peeking in on normal looking classes: history, art, etc. I even saw a falconry class taking place outside.
I came upon a direction sign pointing to the different departments. I saw an arrow pointing up a spiral staircase that said "Ethereal Studies."
I followed the staircase to a large classroom with amphitheater seating. The instructor was teaching something I could not understand no matter how long I listened outside the door. It sounded almost like physics, but with strange differences. They seemed to be talking about summoning something, though I couldn't imagine what.

To get a better look, I stepped into the classroom. The instructor froze. I was frightened for a moment before I remembered that I was, of course, invisible.
He walked past me, and shut the door. He placed his hands on the wall on either side of the door, and said a long string of strange words I'd never heard before. Then he turned with a smile back to his students.
"Class," he said. "I'm pleased to tell you that there is a creature of the Ether in this classroom right now."
The class murmured excitedly.
"I have sealed the room, and I want to take this opportunity to practice your summoning. Let's make this creature visible."
The students stood up, and spread out through the room. They began to recite another stream of words of that strange language, first in unison, then in canon.

I began to feel very strange. My mind-body started to feel extremely pressurized, like I would burst into a thousand pieces any moment. I was terrified. I tried to concentrate enough to walk through the wall. I could do that sometimes, but right then it made the pressure increase.
My mind-body was beginning to produce smoke or steam of some kind. I could tell the students could see it, because they were all staring at me now.
I examined every part of the wall, until I found a weaker part in the seal. It was smaller than my real body, which is a space I'd never tried to force my mind-body through. I did it anyway, feeling like my head was going to explode.

Finally out in the corridor, I heard the instructor shouting.
"It's escaped the room! I've sealed off the building. Let's go find it! It can't escape!"
I ran. Every time I tried to get through an exit, the pressure built again. I couldn't get outside.
I ran through classroom after classroom, looking for an exit or a place to hide.

I ran up another flight of stairs on the other side of the building. This classroom was smaller than the others. Across the blackboard was the course title: "Ethereal Ethics." This instructor was in the middle of a lecture about responsible Ethereal use, and the different types of wrongful manipulation of creatures of the Ether.
I made a rash decision.
I showed myself to him. I didn't know that I could do that until that moment.
"Help me!" I screamed at him.
He was shocked. So were his students, who jumped out of their seats, and backed up against the far wall.
I explained in a rush my situation. How I was from across the wall, how I had wandered around the school, how I had been trapped and abused by the other class, how they were still after me and I couldn't escape.

The Ethics instructor listened to me with an open mouth. He then walked past me and locked the door. I was afraid he was about the seal the room like the other instructor had. But at that very moment, the other instructor was banging on the door.
"Open this door! There is a highly valuable and educational creature of the Ether in there! This isn't your area, Professor, let me handle it!"

The Ethics professor said nothing, but made a spiteful expression towards the door. He turned back to his students.
"You see," he lectured. "This is a perfect opportunity to put Ethereal Ethics into practice. This Ethereal Creature has been trapped against its will, for no other reason than educational curiosity." He looked at me, curiosity weighing heavily on his own features.
"Creatures of the Ether must not be subjected to this kind of manipulation. It is playing with fire, and will cause retribution. It is also, I might add, completely unethical. "

He put his hands on the large window that looked towards the sea. He began a string of words in that same language, but coming from him, it didn't seem as menacing as from the other instructor.
I sensed a release of the seal in the walls of the classroom. The other instructor was yelling obscenities at the door.

The Ethics teacher smiled at me.
"I hope this brings peace between us, Ethereal One. And I hope you will come back someday."
I smiled at him too.
"I promise." I said, then leaped out the window towards home, and my waiting body.



This dream was complex, and I couldn't possibly put in everything. Even with maybe half the little details omitted, this is a long post.
I thought about it all day, trying to put it in order, figuring out what was important, and how to explain.
I woke up with my mind buzzing with activity. It can be kinda tiring.