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Jan. 3rd, 2010 02:24 amTo begin, I'm going to start tagging entries. I guess I never thought of doing this before...it will mean, hopefully, that more people will stumble on this journal I should just call "Journey"
This dream was very, very different. Maybe I shouldn't post all of them after all, but I feel a little obligated now...I've started on that path, and there's no point in screening it. Sexual dreams might get an lj-cut or something ;) Or maybe not!
I can start remembering it about the time my old classmates and I (yes, yes...i hardly ever have dreams about them, but New Years brought back a lot of old memories, or so the excuse must be) are all on a football field.
I actually played football for a year with a couple of them, but that's besides the point. There was a lot of us there. It was almost pro, in a way...a very strange way. There were some of the players dressed in full gear, others, like myself, in just normal clothes. It wasn't all of my classmates...nor was it consisting completely of people I knew.
I had the feeling we were on a field trip (football field, interesting combination.) An earlier part of the dream may have contained us going to there, wherever there was, but I can't remember - however the fact it is a field trip is verified later on.
What was really striking about the whole thing is my size versus most of them. It's something that I often forget about - I've lived with myself since puberty after all, for a lot more time than they have or anyone else has. I forget just how -huge- I am...if I really am 6'4", I'm at that upper echelon range of society. It's very rare that I come across men taller than me, and perpetually I -must- look down at people. This brings up Emple getting on a chair to talk to me on New Years ;D Zig told her too, hahha...but I digress. She is so -hot- it's ridiculous. Tiny girls are sexy.
A few plays are played, I knock a few people over with ease, fine. But after a certain point I'm outside the fence trying to get back in - except it's taking forever and the entrance seems to have been sealed up! Eventually they pull part of the fence down to let me in - but by the time I get nearly over, they've replaced the spot I was taking with a guy I remember who never grew past 5'3" or so. Interesting metaphors here - I was playing a "game" (of life?) for a long time, but eventually I stopped and started paying attention to the other people playing the game instead. I wanted to go back in to the game, but the door was shut and even though there were a few people who wanted to let me back in, I was still choosing something outside of it.
They all hop on a bus. I take some kind of fucked up high-speed street luge somewhere. The map of this particular city I know, because I've been here before in dreams, oddly enough...not too long ago, as I recall, and I am reminded of something later that jogs my memory of that. However, my knowledge fails me before I am reminded, and I end up somewhere very distant from where I originally planned on going.
I manage to avoid certain death from oncoming traffic and eventually I get the luge to skid to a halt, and I hop to my feet unscathed. Here I am, wherever here is. There's an old dilapidated house behind me, and an old woman before me. She seems a bit put off by my presence, but I pull out my (why don't we call it hitchhiker's guide?) and start reading.
The conversation between us went a little something like this. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I happen to be traveling in this fair city, but I seem to have lost myself...I'm trying to get here..."
"Well, there's a lot of people I don't trust..." she gets a little weary of me, I figure she thinks I'm going to mug her or something!!
Someone else walks a long at that time which makes her a little less timid. Eventually, she's kinda flirting with me -rolls eyes at narcissistic self- but I manage to determine that -yellow- leads to the middle (or main street, if you will) So I follow...what is probably the modern equivalent of the yellow brick road (the yellow lit highway) all the way to the center of town. Where I meet up with my cousin Justin and a few others that were on the fieldtrip at a sushi restaurant (but first, at an apartment complex where we are all staying the night - I have a bunch of my -physical shit- with me somehow now, like a shelf and a desk). At the restaurant, I'm trying to figure out whether or not they have steak, but eventually I end up eating some kind of weird sushi that doesn't taste all that great.
And that's where this dream ends. Cool, huh?
This dream was very, very different. Maybe I shouldn't post all of them after all, but I feel a little obligated now...I've started on that path, and there's no point in screening it. Sexual dreams might get an lj-cut or something ;) Or maybe not!
I can start remembering it about the time my old classmates and I (yes, yes...i hardly ever have dreams about them, but New Years brought back a lot of old memories, or so the excuse must be) are all on a football field.
I actually played football for a year with a couple of them, but that's besides the point. There was a lot of us there. It was almost pro, in a way...a very strange way. There were some of the players dressed in full gear, others, like myself, in just normal clothes. It wasn't all of my classmates...nor was it consisting completely of people I knew.
I had the feeling we were on a field trip (football field, interesting combination.) An earlier part of the dream may have contained us going to there, wherever there was, but I can't remember - however the fact it is a field trip is verified later on.
What was really striking about the whole thing is my size versus most of them. It's something that I often forget about - I've lived with myself since puberty after all, for a lot more time than they have or anyone else has. I forget just how -huge- I am...if I really am 6'4", I'm at that upper echelon range of society. It's very rare that I come across men taller than me, and perpetually I -must- look down at people. This brings up Emple getting on a chair to talk to me on New Years ;D Zig told her too, hahha...but I digress. She is so -hot- it's ridiculous. Tiny girls are sexy.
A few plays are played, I knock a few people over with ease, fine. But after a certain point I'm outside the fence trying to get back in - except it's taking forever and the entrance seems to have been sealed up! Eventually they pull part of the fence down to let me in - but by the time I get nearly over, they've replaced the spot I was taking with a guy I remember who never grew past 5'3" or so. Interesting metaphors here - I was playing a "game" (of life?) for a long time, but eventually I stopped and started paying attention to the other people playing the game instead. I wanted to go back in to the game, but the door was shut and even though there were a few people who wanted to let me back in, I was still choosing something outside of it.
They all hop on a bus. I take some kind of fucked up high-speed street luge somewhere. The map of this particular city I know, because I've been here before in dreams, oddly enough...not too long ago, as I recall, and I am reminded of something later that jogs my memory of that. However, my knowledge fails me before I am reminded, and I end up somewhere very distant from where I originally planned on going.
I manage to avoid certain death from oncoming traffic and eventually I get the luge to skid to a halt, and I hop to my feet unscathed. Here I am, wherever here is. There's an old dilapidated house behind me, and an old woman before me. She seems a bit put off by my presence, but I pull out my (why don't we call it hitchhiker's guide?) and start reading.
The conversation between us went a little something like this. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I happen to be traveling in this fair city, but I seem to have lost myself...I'm trying to get here..."
"Well, there's a lot of people I don't trust..." she gets a little weary of me, I figure she thinks I'm going to mug her or something!!
Someone else walks a long at that time which makes her a little less timid. Eventually, she's kinda flirting with me -rolls eyes at narcissistic self- but I manage to determine that -yellow- leads to the middle (or main street, if you will) So I follow...what is probably the modern equivalent of the yellow brick road (the yellow lit highway) all the way to the center of town. Where I meet up with my cousin Justin and a few others that were on the fieldtrip at a sushi restaurant (but first, at an apartment complex where we are all staying the night - I have a bunch of my -physical shit- with me somehow now, like a shelf and a desk). At the restaurant, I'm trying to figure out whether or not they have steak, but eventually I end up eating some kind of weird sushi that doesn't taste all that great.
And that's where this dream ends. Cool, huh?
