Introduction

Hello, this is where I will post my dreams from my journal. I started with my most recent, but I have quite a few older ones in my journal. I'm still typing them up, starting with the oldest and working my way to the present.

What I post here is from my direct recollection of a dream as recorded when I wake up. They aren't intended as masterpieces, but I think that as dreams they are interesting.

When I wake up with a dream, I tend to remember the end. I write what I remember in my journal, and then begin to remember more. The journal format is many small chunks of memory with "but before that, this happened..." Sometimes I remember more about something later and elaborate on it. In this web journal, I try to reorder and reorganize what I wrote so that everything as chronological as possible.

Please post comments on anything you can think of. Everything is out in the open and up for discussion, complements, questions, etc!

I'd Rather Be Sleeping

You can get the song that goes with this here.

I dreamed that I was part of a small group of ambitious scientists who had invented the replicator years ago and were famous for revolutionizing human society. Our current project was decades in the making, and was coming to its final stage; we were determined to create the first true transhuman, an evolutionary leap aided by technology to artificially create a better species of thinking being. There were four of us, in all, best friends united be a reckless goal of advancing technology regardless of the risks involved.

After the replicator, we had privately worked on several techniques to regenerate dead tissue and revive people from near-death conditions, and used it on numerous occasions on our escape from the society which had grown hostile toward our research. We lived in an isolated compound; a serene and sterile grounds for creation surrounded by nature.

We were ready for our final project to be completed. One of us would begin a new humanity. We had chosen her at random, and should would become a being of overwhelming grace and ability only faintly imaginable to us. She would walk to the end of the dock near our building, and I would initiate the process from the patio overlooking the lake.

Our great achievement would come at enormous cost. The only certainty in the process was that the remaining three of us would be annihilated entirely. I stood at the beginning of the dock, the sun becoming a hazy orange and colliding with the massive pines at far end of the lake, and held her for what I wished to be an eternity. I poured over my fear and doubts, my love and my regrets. After all we had been through, she was finally going to realize our ultimate dream of becoming a replacement for our failing human race.

I lowered my head so every part of me was close to her, and imagined her at the end of the dock, a white light transcending reality as a beacon of the future, as all humanity perished in a wave of death emanating from that very spot. I would be the first to die.

I pulled away from her and watched my tears stain the ground. By the time I finally looked up again, the sky was darkening and the color of the sunset dominated the lake and the trees. The sun behind her lit up her dark brown hair, cut short above her shoulders. She flashed a wide but sheepish smile and made her way down the dock.

The three of us remaining were all armed, in the unlikely case that an outsider had discovered our location and intended to stop us before we had finished. I walked back to the console, our only connection to the outside world. We had already announce our intentions publicly, and as I powered up the terminal a torrent of protest, intrigue, and pleading flashed across the screen too quickly for me to read.

When the terminal was up, a song, Heavy Water/I’d Rather Be Sleeping by Grouper faded in slowly, and played continuously from that moment on. The beautiful but melancholic drone fit the task at hand. I imagined that, standing at the end of the dock on the shimmering sunset lake, she was singing softly, “Love is enormous, It’s lifting me up, I’d rather be sleeping, I’d rather fall in sideways, Right where the deepest currents flow...”

My thoughts were racing. Could I really do this? We had worked for so many years perfecting the process here. I knew all the steps by heart. I had known these people for so long... seen so much. Could I kill all of humanity in the name of progress? My lover would become something unimaginably noble, the pinnacle our research and of human achievement. And I would never witness it.

I initiated the first stage via the console and watched her as she was lifted up lazily over the lake by an invisible force. There was only one step left, and that was all. My mind was breaking down, logic became illogic as the pressure mounted and time collapsed in on itself to crowd around and witness this single momentous action. I pulled the gun out of my belt and looked it over. At that moment there were now two options, neither more imaginable than the other in the crushing panic. I aimed the gun for the center of the lake.

I froze. The primal instinct of survival was overwhelming. This was suicide. I stood there for a long time, battling myself for control. For an instant I regained control and smashed the butt of my gun down on the terminal, breaking the glass, but initiating the final sequence, and I woke up.

Gory Battle with Zombie Jesus

I was in a kid's playground in a heated fight with Zombie Jesus. His shredded, bloody, matted tunic was stuck in his wounds like a disintegrating burlap sack, and every cut on his body had some pieces of tanbark stuck to it from being thrown to the ground. The blood from his crown of thorns dribbled into his cold dead eye sockets and dripped from a broken and partially decomposed nose across graying patchwork skin.

I had a stiff rope with a knife tied to the end of it. I kept my distance and darted around him on the playground, going up and down the different levels and sprinting up the slide at times. Although I was much faster, it seemed that with his unrelenting and slow movements, Zombie Jesus was always closing in on me.

I swung the rope with all the might of someone fueled by all the adrenaline and fear one would expect when confronting their undead savior in a battle to the death. At one point Zombie Jesus grabbed on to my knife as I swung it at him, and I yanked hard and chopped his hand off right across the palm. This separated the knife from the rope and sent it flying out of view. With only a rope, I started to whack him like it was a whip but it had almost no effect since it was too stiff and thick for that.

Eventually the rope shredded into two pieces and I was able to tie his feet to the playground supports, and tie his hands with the other piece of rope. I twisted the rope at his hands and pulled tight, so that his body was stretched as far as it could. I then began to twist his entire body, until he was in an unnatural and painful contortion. I got a stick and put it in the twisted rope at his hand for leverage and began to twist harder, until his arms and legs, which were spiraled together, began pressing harder against each other until the bones snapped. Once the bones were broken I moved farther away and pulled harder, twisting until his rib cage buckled and the ribs fractured and he lay motionless.

A friend from school appeared and started singing a Christmas carol and it began snowing on the corpse. A church choir began singing an epic and moving melody about the twisting, crushing death.

Odd Food

I was in a bakery cafe in a place that looked like it was near the Apple campus where I work, but the atmosphere and people reminded me of a place in Berkeley. I was given a taste test of a very odd flavor. I tried for the longest time to think of what it was. I vaguely remembered that it reminded me of a flavor with some kind of historical significance, and was being sold all over the store as something completely new as many old things are. I eventually concluded that the closest I could come to describe it was that it tasted like some kind of juice with a hint of new car smell, with perhaps some hint of worn leather.

I went around the store looking for breads and pastries. There were thousands of them, but most of them were very expensive and too fancy for me to bother trying to appreciate. After looking through everything, I picked a circular dome shaped pastry covered in spiky chocolate chips and (upon closer inspection) tiny black cherries.

I had seen someone pick out a larger pastry tray from the back of the pastry case, but there were none in the back of this case. I found a smaller tray in an alcove neat some fruit and used that to carry my odd spiky pastry.

Apartment Hunting

I was looking for an apartment with someone from work instead of my friend who I was going to room with in real life. The apartment was one we had visited before, except there was a door in the closet that led to another room that I hadn't seen before. Inside the room was a huge bed that had lights under it so that it glowed.

The lady selling the place remembered who I was and wondered why I was looking for an apartment with someone new, and set the rent to a price slightly higher than before. I lowered my offer by $270 on a computer terminal and then woke up.

Teeth. Wait... what?

I had to defeat a skeleton and his crab henchmen. My father, a tooth, had defeated him previously by passing as a dentist and giving him tooth decay, back when the villain was considered the "smiliest villain." The evil skeleton owned a chain of stores called "the Drive-thru Indian."

Music Taste

I dreamed that I was listening to music with a friend. All the albums I had were laid out in a grid on the floor. I was looking for a specific song, but he saw the album cover for Medúlla by Björk and wanted to listen to that, so we did and it was beautiful.