DREAM DIARY
If I remember the dream, it will live on here for everyone to remember.
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MAY 02, 2012
This nightmare was in a sort of "animated" format, and a number of The Simpsons characters were apparent: Homer, Marge, Lisa, Bart, and Moe the bartender. Most of it took place inside of a large tavern or liquor bar. In most of this sequence, people were going after & killing evberybody who were gay (including myself), The "nightmare" part of this dream is that every time I was killed (some of the killing methods were rather brutal) I'd spring back to life only to be hunted (or chased) down and killed again.

I tried to protect some black gay guys, but all of us were killed anyway -- the crowd shouted, "They're faggots!!! Let's get em!!!" and the scene turned grisly again as we were chased down and killed (I believe this time by large, thick spears driven into our hearts).

I do remember seeing terrifying scenes that definitely stemmed from The Simpsons; the one I remember clearly as I type this into my Dream Diary was the fiery depths of "H-E-Double-Tippy-Straws" as Ned Flanders on The Simpsons would call it

Several times, I woke up and looked at the large Rainbow Big-Digit LED Alarm Clock across the room (it indicated the time as being between 4:00 and 4:20am) but as soon as I attemped to go back to sleep, this nightmare resumed -- it took up right where it left off. Finally, I decided to wake up, turn on the bedside lamp, and call it a night.



MAY 13, 2012
This bad dream (not "nightmare" -- not even close!) occurred in three parts.

1: I was outdoors at night; possibly with somebody else. I saw a meteor (shooting star) in the sky...then another...and another few -- this quickly evolved into a full-blown meteor storm (many tens of meteors per second). The first two I saw travelled from left to right; all of the others appeared to "rain down" from a small area of the sky, and they appeared to be falling all around me. Somehow, I was "transported" to an outdoor laboratory; I heard a lab technician say, "these all originate from the Oort cloud; it only takes the Earth a minute to pass through it and then all meteor activity ceases". I immediately took this as a bunch of horse puckey, because I knew (both in the dream and the waking world) that the orbit of the Oort cloud is well beyond Pluto and the Earth's orbit would never, ever intersect it. Next thing I remember is seeing a computer-aided video showing the meteor storm video overlaid with a dark green "pane" with light grey lines in it calculating vectors and other stuff. Finally, I was back where I started the dream, and the meteor storm started up again; though this time significantly stronger. The meteors made a light "whizzing" sound as they buzzed by...in reality, one might hear a faint "popping" sound as it whizzes by because the little motes of space dust are travelling at hypersonic velocities; the "popping" noise would be the sonic boom created by it. In this case, that faint "popping" sound would be like somebody quite far away lighting successive packs of ladyfingers (a type of small firecracker) as the meteors whizzed by.

2: I was flying a helicopter in severe storm conditions over water. I was not able to gain the altitude I would have liked but never did actually crash. Time of day could best be described as twilight -- after sunset but before dusk.

3: I was at a hospital, and my deceased father Norm was on a hospital bed (he looked in rather bad shape too I might add). He began to go into convulsions, and I told a nearby nurse that he should be taken immediately to the ER...and then I quickly chaned ER to ICU and he agreed.
Mercifully, I woke up right about then.




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