The Grax Domain - Dreams

Dream of Evanescence and ALF

Thu, 02 Oct 2008 23:00:00 +0100

Click here to go to YouTube to watch this entry if you can't watch it here. For whatever bizarre reason.

Three Part Nightmare

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 08:10:00 +0100

The other night I had three dreams. But instead of blogging about them I thought I would try something different and vlog about them instead.

So after making notes, doing some recordings on my crappy digital camera and uploading them onto YouTube, this is the result:

The Wilderness

Sun, 23 Mar 2008 20:30:00 +0000

I had a dream last night. I cannot remember every detail because I fell back to sleep before I had a chance to write down fully what I had dreamt. But these are the things that I do remember.

I remember being in a rocky wilderness somewhere at night time. There were trees scattered all over the place. I think they were pine trees. I remember the area having two main colours; tree green and stone grey. I saw a dark entrance to a cave.

I remember there was a small tribe near me. They were Caucasian and they wore feral clothing with wolf pelts, it looked very tribal. I had a strong feeling of... wolf. It wasn't at anything specific, I just felt it when I was at this cave enterance with this small tribe. I also remember my ex girlfriend, Princess, being in the mix for some reason.

I entered the cave with everyone else. It was dark in there. Very dark, almost pitch black. I found it difficult to see anything in front of me. I started to panic and become fearful, I didn't know what was in the darkness. I felt better after Princess reassured me that everything was OK. She was being a bit patronising about how cute my fear of the dark was, but I didn't mind because it wasn't such a bad comment. Eventually we entered a room in the caves. It was a large and rocky room, but there were scattered wooden planks and wooden support pillars and beams around the place. The room was deserted, but it was clear that there was some human activity in here.

Then some stuff happened that I can't remember. But I remember the next bit.

I remember seeing a large island on a twilight night, the stars were out and it was as clear as day... only at night. There was a large mountain in the middle and the entire island was covered with tall palm tree/bamboo type pillars. It was like an industrial complex, only made out of wood. The entire island was completely wrapped in a elastic rope, like a bungee cord only thicker and miles longer. I tried to draw what I saw in my dream but it's not entirely accurate:

I was at the end of the rope. I tugged on the rope and I was yanked across the island as the rope untangled itself. I was whizzing throughout the island holding on to dear life, zipping through the various gaps that the rope got tangled in. The camera changed its position to being behind me at a certain angle. Every so often the rope would stop unwravelling. So I would pull on the rope as hard as I could and let the rope continue again with me hanging on. It was so much fun. Eventually I reached the end of the rope and it took me into the centre of the island.

After that I can't remember what happened next. I'm guessing it's cos I woke up.

Mother Nature and my childhood bedroom

Tue, 05 Feb 2008 13:30:00 +0000

I had a dream last night. It was an odd dream, but in a good way. Full of emotions. It's a shame that I cannot remember it all, but this what I do remember.

I was at my old house back in my old home town. We have a driveway for the cars and a hedge blocking the view of most pedestrians. There is a large bush in the middle of the drive, taller than myself. I saw a woman at the top of this bush.

The best way to describe her is that she looked like Galadriel from the Lord of the Rings movie, only more playful and cheery. She was very friendly towards me and we had fun together, playing, kissing and so on. No sex mind you. I remember feeling love for her. Not just any old love, but the whole spectrum of love. From the love for a friend, to the love for a sensual lover, to even a love for a child, I felt it all for her. It was a wonderful feeling that pulsed through my very being.

I think she was Mother Nature personified. I don�t fully think that it actually was Mother Nature personified but it�s the closest thing I can describe who she was. Not necessarily by what she looked like, it was� kinda like a feeling I got from her.

After a while she took me somewhere outside my old house. Everything around it had a worn, overgrown feel to it, like no one had maintained it for years. She showed me a small door that lead to a tunnel. You needed to get on your hands and knees to get through. The whole area had a hint of eerie-ness about it (and the thought of the horror movie Ring did come to mind) but she made me feel safe. So we crawled through the tunnel and we entered a room.

I instantly recognised it as being my old bedroom (even though it looked nothing like my old bedroom in my old home town). My eyes lit up and I grew a smile from ear to ear. Memories flooded back to me as a wave of nostalgia washed over me. I was pointing out things with glee; "Aw man I remember this!" and "*gasp* My old comic annuals!" and so on.

The room and all the things inside had the same run-down look but it was my old bedroom untouched. The walls were coloured with two tones; blue and yellow. I'm taking #000066 blue and #FFCC00 yellow (yes I am using HTML hex code to describe colours, look them up on Google).

I think there was a random man in the room with us, about as tall as a child, but I don't think either Mother Nature or I saw this as odd.

I saw my old bed next to a wall. That area of the room did had the same shape as my old real life room, as the ceiling was low and at an angle due to the roof being the typical triangle shape roof. The bed was dusty and had a few dust-covered cobwebs over it. But I didn�t mind, it was my old bed. So I lightly dusted it off and jumped right into bed. Mother Nature smiled playfully and joined me in bed.

I think something else happened after that but then I woke up.

I did try and fall back asleep to pick up the dream where I left off but it didn't work.

Another zombie dream and a dream of a vampire musical moment

Sun, 16 Dec 2007 11:03:00 +0000

I had another bloody dream about zombies again last night.

It was all a pretty similar scenario that I've dreamt about before; the surroundings are all dark a scary, I'm running away from zombies that are trying to get me. It's the modern, fast moving version of zombies (kinda like 28 days later), not the classic, lumbering rot-sacks that we all know and love. There this one moment I specifically remember, though I think I've dreamt something similar before.

I was in a multi-story car park with the remaining surviving humans. We had managed to fend off the zombies and gotten the humans in a safe place. The only way for the zombies to get in was via this 'bottleneck' stairway, which was well protected.

I was outside fending off zombies when I got attacked by this one particular zombie. She was unique because it was the hot secretary at work. She attacked me, but I managed to hold her off. Then I did something rather stupid.

For some reason I grabbed her and started to swing her round and round, like a Olympic throwing hammer. I then threw her into the bottleneck stairway where she was able to eat and infect the remaining humans. I remember hearing one of the humans screaming at me �What have you done?!� I felt awful for what I had done.

Then the dream changed.

I was on a stage, which I think was actually commercial road, Portsmouth. People were raised up on the buildings like platforms. I was acting like an very old man in wheel chair with a friend acting as helper. I don't know what we performing but we performed it anyway.

All of a sudden we were all under attack by something. Then I physicallyturned old! I tried to escape the carnage but I fell out of my chair. I was helpless

Then I was approached by three vampire hot girls. I think these girls I know in Second Life but I can't remember who. They took a liking to me, saying something to each other but I don't remember what. I was terrified of them. They each smiled a sinister smile, then kind of smile that said �We're going to do stuff to you�. Then the three vampire chicks opened mouths and blood poured out of their mouths like flowing water, into my mouth. I was chocking on the blood as I was forced to swallow every last drop of it.

The blood changed me. I became young again. It was me but I felt more attractive, more confident. I became a vampire. And it felt so good.

Then the vampire girls and I decided to sing a song in the style of the movie High School Musical song �Start of Something New�. We completely made up all the words on the spot and, despite me stumbling on a few words, it wasn't half bad. I wish I could remember the words. Anyway the audience loved it and asked for an encore. We declined cos we couldn't remember the words we made up.

I walked off with the vampire hotties in my arms into the horizon, with the sun rising up for a new day. The sun didn't kill us despite being vampire, it felt warm and pleasing on our skin.

Then I woke up.

This is about the sixth time over the past two months that I've dreamt about zombies. I can't stop dreaming about them. What is my self conscious trying to say? WHY DO I KEEP DREAMING ABOUT BLOODY ZOMBIES?!?

Old friends, sailing with the Fantastic Four and a new Ice Age

Wed, 10 Oct 2007 10:19:00 +0100

In this dream I started by visiting my Dad (current cybergoth look) and my brother and generally enjoying ourselves. We went into a shop and I was looking for a particular Marvel graphic novel (I can remember which one, but it actually exist). I didn't find it in the end so I decided to settle on one of the more recent She-Hulk graphic novels. Afterwards we went to the train station for some reason and I bumped into my old friend Harlandos. It was great because we had not seen each other in a while and used the time to do some catching up.

Harlandos revealed to me that he intended to get his girlfriend some driving lessons (I think it was for her birthday or something). However I wanted to borrow his credit card for something and he leant it to me. After a while I wanted to return the card to him but somehow I got really lost.

[missing scene]

I somehow ended up at my old work colleague, Kaz, house (though I don't really know where that is in real life). The time was spent with friendly banter but there was a lot of sexual flirtation between the two of us. But I didn't allow it to go any further because I was afraid my girlfriend would find out and get the wrong idea. Actually a part of me felt that she would find out and I would be in a lot of trouble. Sods law.

[This is where the dream starts to get a little odd]

Then Kaz and I were on a power yacht sailing to the North Pole across the Atlantic Ocean. We were sailing with Reed and Sue Richards, of Fantastic Four fame, plus some other random people. Reed and Sue were heading north to try and stop the evil alien pirates from creating a new Ice Age on the Earth. They were planning to negotiate with them. The yacht capsized a couple of time but was able to correct itself like a kayak. I could feel the waters being very very cold. The weather was becoming colder and more snow was falling.

Soon we checked the map but there was a problem. Whilst sailing up the Atlantic Ocean we had somehow ended up in the wrong direction and were actually heading for the South Pole, not the North Pole. We were starting to panic, time was running out for planet Earth (I think we had about 30 minutes left at that point). What were we going to do??

Luckily we all managed to correct our yacht's path somehow and reached the North Pole in time to reach the evil alien pirates. Now was the time to negotiate.

Then I woke up.

Deadpool and the Evil Gnomes

Sat, 29 Sep 2007 17:45:00 +0100

I had a series of dreams last night (the joys of sleeping in an unfamiliar bed) whilst I was slipping in and out of conciousness. There was one dream that I was fortunate to write down when I awoke. It featured Marvel's well known anti-hero Deadpool.

The first part of the dream I cannot remember but it had something to do with Deadpool being trapped in a castle over a cliff trying to rescue a woman with action and stuff. Or something like that. It was the 'next episode I remember more clearly.

There was this guy that went undercover at the place where Deadpool/Wade Wilson works (Wade was not hideously scarred at like he normally is, but instead looks perfectly normal). When no one was looking the spy drilled a hole into a computer monitor so that he could put a spy camera inside it. For spying you see.

The spy was trying to find out the secret identity of someone (I think it was Deadpool's secret identity he was after) . He was obsessed with this. The spy was going through various incredibly complex mathematical equations and scrambled word. The whole thing was linked to Facebook's Friendship Wheel as week.

The spy spent many hours into the night slaving away in the dark, dingy motel room. Like a madman he worked on the numbers and letters trying to figure out the secret identity. Then within the darkness of the room he heard some scratching and scurrying of something... small... and creepy....

He looked into the darkness with a rising fear in his stomach. He hesitantly grabbed the table lamp and turned it to the darkness. What he saw made his blood freeze with terror.

David the Gnome.

Thousands of David the Gnome.

Crawling up the walls and floor like ants.

And oh they were evil.

They looked to the spy with their evil eyes and grinned through their jolly cheeks. The spy cowered in the corner. Before he could react the gnomes swarmed all over the spy with unholy speed. They were forcing their ways into his mouth, muffling his cries of pain. Before too long the spy was dead.

But the spy got up onto his feet. The spy grinned an evil, sinister grin. The spy was possessed by the David Gnomes.

The next day Deadpool/Wade Wilson came into the room and was talking to this spy, unaware that was in fact a spy (by this point the spy now looked liked a guy I know from real life work. Dreams, go figure). But for some reason Wade was now me, which kinda made him a kinda Wade/Me hybrid.

The possessed spy had planned to do the same nasty possession technique on Wade/Me. He was trying to act all normal waiting for the right time to attack. However Wade/Me knew that the spy was possessed because he can break the forth wall.

The possessed spy asked Wade/Me to sit next to him on the dirty motel bed but Wade/Me nervously yet politely declined and sat on the end of the bed. When he was faced away the possessed spy smiled with the daemonic, gnome grin. Wade/Me makes his excuses and leaves the motel room, leaving the possessed spy alone in the darkness.

Wade/Me finds himself a computer and begins to do some research on Wikipedia. He tries to learn more about the evil David Gnomes, the history of them and how to stop them.

I then woke up to the sounds of the alarm clock in real life.

Zombies.... Oh and a zombie cat too

Wed, 12 Sep 2007 12:30:00 +0100

It was all very.... Resident Evil-ish.

The colours were not dark bluey-black. It was more earthy colours, like brown and green.

I was with a group of people. I can't remember how many there were of us, no more than half a dozen including myself. It mostly consisted of women... actually I don't remember seeing any guys.

We were being hunted and stalked by lumbering zombies. Chased all over the place we were. Always running. I could feel the evil inside them when I looked at them, something that made them more frightening than mere zombies.

...

I remember being in my bedroom at one point in my house (even though it's not my real life house). There was a window that let the murky light shine through. Outside... I don't remember what scenery it was outside. It just felt like a bayou of some sort, willow trees and all. I was alone in the room except for a cat with me and I felt happy. I then saw a brown tabby cat outside the window wanting to be let in. Feeling a sense of "Aw look at the poor widdle kitty" I let the cat in through the window, y'know to save it from the zombies that were obviously heading this way. So I was in my bedroom with two cat, feeling quite content with myself.

Then I heard a meow in the room. A zombie meow...

There was a zombie cat somewhere in the room but I couldn't see where. The room became darker and more frightening. I could feel my heart fill with fear and I crept around the dark room, dreading the thought of being attacked by the zombie cat.

The tension in the room grew thicker and thicker. When would the zombie cat come and get me?

...

I remember being cornered by a group of zombies and one of my group friends was being eaten. One of the zombies was so close to me. I could see every detail, the exposed jaw, the rotting flesh, the evil look on his eyes. The zombie was just about to bite into my neck.

Then I woke up.

I was panting and looked around my room in a half-drowsy, panic gaze to make sure all was how it should be.

Friends in a fast food joint, real life hotwheels and domestic violence

Wed, 15 Aug 2007 13:05:00 +0100

I had this dream a couple weekends ago.

I remember dreaming of a fast food restaurant.

There was a group of friends in this restaurant, three men and one woman all in their 30s or 40s (for the purpose of this story lets call them A, B, C and the woman D). They were all strangely familiar, as if they were TV actors. In fact I think this dream was some sort of TV show or sitcom, only without the canned audience laughter.

Outside the restaurant was a short guy with grey hair and a deep 5 o'clock shadow trying to fix his car in the car park. It was a shiny new blue car that was kitted up to make it look bling; alloy wheels, spoilers, the works. But his car would start up. B (the goofball but friendly type) decided to go out and help this guy out, opening up the bonnet and looking at the engine. The short guy is furious and screams out things including "You can't fix it you idiot! It's not like ordinary cars!". B cheerfully dismissed this claim and lifts up a part of the engine. The car breaks apart and liquid starts bubbling from the engine. By this point the short guy is ready to explode with rage.

Of course B was all apologetic about this and invited the Short Guy to join them eating at the fast food restaurant. The Short Guy accepted with a grumpy huff and he joined the four people at the table. The Short Guy then asked the other three how they ended up knowing the imbecile B. The first guy, A (he was the charismatic 'leader' or the group), smile and made some analogy about friendship and sharing and stuff (I wish I could remember it now. It was a really good one). He then took out a half full bottle of whisky, to which the four friends dipped their fingers into it and mixed it into their milkshakes.

Then my dream changed...

I remember seeing this impossibly huge racetrack. Think along the line of those Hotwheels race tracks crazy loops and all, but think scaled to real life size and stretching for as far as the eye could see. It was dark and cloudy all around. At the start of the track, which was on top of a steep hill, was a caravan, a bus, an ordinary car, and a couple of RC cars. But these were no ordinary RC cars. They were super charged to go as far as a real car, if not faster.

All these different vehicles at the starting line.

The green light flashes and away they go.

The bus, caravan, car and rc cars are speeding across the infinite-spanning track, doing impossible twists, turns, jump, stunts, you name it they were doing it. And the camera was capturing everything. And I heard a director coordinating all the camera shot. I then heard the director tell the cameramen something like "You better not screw up and show them the wrong footage. We'll be in big trouble if you screw up."

Then somebody screwed up.

The camera screen crackled with static and the image changed. When the static cleared I was shown images of some sort of domestic violence in place. I don't remember the exact details, there was a woman with long, curly, dark ginger hair being verbally and physically beaten by a man. I remember the deafening awkward silence as I was watching this scene unfold in front of me. I wasn't suppose to be watching this, I didn't know what to do or say. But still I watched this woman getting shouted at and beaten on the television screen.

I don't remember anything after that. By that point I guess I woke up.

Naked avatar in America and the chocolate dessert fiasco

Sat, 14 Jul 2007 19:05:00 +0100

In my dream I was at work...

Somehow I had found out that my Second Life avatar Grax Bishop was arresting in America for some public nudity offense, or some sort of sexual offense. Grax Bishop, a computer character, being arrested in real life America. Obviously I was annoyed and intrigued.

I tried to find out what was going on by looking it up on a SL forum, this forum in fact. I tried to post an entry on the forum but it was proving to be extremely difficult, with various problems including stupidly slow connections and time-out errors. Also I discovered that this forum had some pornography, something which I'd never seen in the forum before.

Then somehow I ended up at my work cantine. I think something happened in-between but I can't remember what.

So I was at this cantine with two of my work colleagues and we were loading our trays with food. I had myself a plate of spaghetti bolognese and one of my colleges, Sparky, was having a tiny bowl of mousse chocolate pudding, kinda like Angel Delight. I was really annoyed that Sparky got such a tiny portion of dessert. So I rudely grabbed the tub of chocolate pudding and poured a huge dollop onto Sparky's tray. Sparky was laughing he head off whilst trying to tell me to stop. Then I grabbed huge handfuls of cocoa powder and mixed it into my spaghetti bolognese . I'm talking getting my hands really messy.

The cantine lady got really annoyed with me making a huge mess everywhere. However there was this oriental guy, who was the manager of the place, and he laughed at the whole thing. Then he happily got my food replaced.

Then I woke up.

Hmmm... adding cocoa powder to spaghetti bolognese ... I guess there's been crazier ideas.