TH13/2/2003: "shit!" then i am with a party of people who get kicked out of an entertainment complex by a mean but somewhat friendly custodian who threatens to turn all the lighting off in the cinema building and lock all the doors, so we are in an exceptional rush to get out. some of us have these portable gameboy type systems which we are holding in our hands. i am friendly with the other guys (and girl) but it is a struggle to dash for the exit.
"someone who is funny-ass is beating up second street". and "go Aratran". Aratran is a special move which i have to keep making or my game bot character which is made of metal in this sci-fi robot warfare might be killed. when the first comment is made (beating up second street) it is at the end of the dream when i have electrocuted everyone by attacking a fluorescent light. the various game bots have found their way into a low slung single storey building. the other game bots don't seem too keen on leaving it either.
in my mind i think how a London ambulance worker who is walking down the other side of the street on a cold night might be attacked by a thief like i had been minutes ago, but i am in the dream an incredibly tall and strong English gentleman, but wearing clothes from the 1800s. everything is Victorian except for this ambulance worker who is straight out of the modern era. when i say 'but' i mean that i had shaken off the thief attack and just walked on down the right hand side of the avenue. this was all after i was at a kind of Victorian public shindig for the working classes which i passed though on a hill. at the shindig were several attractive women who i had some talk with. but i felt such introversion and quiet pride that i just passed through the event, even though the one tough woman was questioning me. when i later saw the modern-era ambulance worker she was short with frizzy hair, black frizzy hair. also i think one of the girls at the shindig was Amanda Snell from school. also note that there was no interaction with the ambulance worker. this dream has left me with a powerful feeling of emotion.
there is a big disco type club thing in a darkened warehouse space with a warm and exciting atmosphere. i have a hat on, like a stetson? they keep playing 'thunderkiss '65' by White Zombie which i find tremendously exciting also. i am doing this special dance move to the song where i jump sideways slightly in a syncopated fashion, aware of the angle of my hat. also i am trying to impress the ladies. somehow i can never get tired of the repeated playing of the record, although there are other songs being played aswell.
then i try to go to Jenny Williams' house by some magical means and i succeed. thunderkiss '65 is still playing. she is not there but on a side table in her room is a gift which she never gave to me, a book on Egyptian heiroglyphs in colour, but all the colours are like red wine. the book is flat and square in shape. i pick it up and leaf through it. then i am on a darkened landing when i think how good it would be to be able to read someone's mind or go back to a memory of your childhood as though it were crystal clear then a huge swimming/telepathy type feeling occurs and my senses are reeling with the sudden danger of being involved in this kind of thing. then i am in Jenny's room again and i see she has diaries organised on shelves and i feel a sudden desire to start reading them even though she isn't there. all of a sudden however i am in a darkened steakhouse when i make an analogy with spacebar and how i think i own the bar. then i hear some kind of laughter as if "oh he's back again" and i sense my tactics are not very good ones. note that the Egyptian book was meant to be a Christmas or New Years' Eve gift. plus when the swimming/telepathy feeling occurred it was as if my whole head was possessed by a kind of dizziness or black out effect.
these are some drawings of dreams i had quite some time ago. i would recommend you also try this experiment as it could dramatically alter your dreaming style:
