That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even death may die.
I decided I wanted to start trying to write out my dreams, possibly because of an offhand remark that I read in an Order of Nine Angles MSS about the work and significance of H.P. Lovecraft. I could be misremembering but there was a passage that I recall where they mentioned H.P. Lovecraft's attemps to write out his own dreams and said that due to his own lack of control over them, they weren't particularly useful for any kind of esoteric or occult purposes. One of my other inspirations is I realized I had a favorite dream journal, Lovely Sweet Dream, one of the companion pieces that went with the game LSD Dream Emulator. Lately I've been trying to read a book about lucid dreaming, but for now the more useful item was a video from Religion for Breakfast, one of my favorites, on the subject of dreams and religion. One of the points I took from it is that dreams which are deemed religiously significant are always socially negotiated and tend to follow certain criteria, and that "stickier" dreams are often those that tend to become significant in any given religious community with an emphasis placed on the navigation of dreams. I doubt any of my dreams will ever be that socially significant but I consider it a tantalizing exercise to start trying to write my own down, for no particular purpose other than forcing myself to commit to a little bit of writing every day. I don't plan to date any of them because at some point I might want to try to write down dreams that I remember from a long time ago.
The first one that I remember explicitly was that I dreamt I was in some kind of film, it felt like a parody of Dune and I believe the title of it was Duke, it felt like it was a mockumentary style movie about a character like Paul Atreides going around Space Africa uniting three different groups of people for some kind of trek through the dessert. I feel like one group of people looked like Tibetan Buddhist monks but it's hard to remember. At some point I was at some kind of college party, the building looked like the one where I regularly go to Bible Study. In a later dream before I woke up again it was the middle of winter, snow was everywhere, I was at school, maybe an elementary school I went to when I was younger, and I was walking through a big grass field to try to get away from my mother. She was going to scold me over something. I woke up as I was trying to climb a fence and having difficulties because of how heavy my boots felt, I think they were going to get the police to chase me for something. Later I remember I was trying to escape some kind of authorities again, I was in a very fast boat and people were getting angry at me because I was driving the boat through groups of children trying to swim. Before that, I was in an argument with the King and someone who looked like one of his officiaries. I was trying to escape a punishment of flogging after I had already signed a paper admitting my guilt. I was frustrated because I managed to find out that although we are equally subjects of the crown, the laws seemed to apply differently to myself and I said it was "because the King said so." At the top of a building that looked like the Estrild Library I saw Dr. C with someone else at the bottom. Up there I complained that I could have anyone against me, but it would ruin my career if the Hegel Society of America was against me in any way. If it feels like I'm going backwards in time it's because it's a little easier to back rather than start at the beginning. I remember there were some kind of giant robots that were going to go down to where I complained there was an entire lower level of the building that was overgrown with plants and other things. I shot some kind of monster for them in what looked like a giant theater, similar to the theater in a game called The Suffering: Ties That Bind. Eventually all of the various offices I called coalesced into some kind of Galactic governmental force that went out to neutralize enemies amongst the Galaxy. They were so compact that it looked more like I was looking at a map of data than anything else, as they fought it looked like a visualization of the cells of the body fighting and encircling foreign bodies and neutralizing them. The armies were starting to get frustrated because they started to feel more and more useless. The last thing I remember was someone trying to talk to me on instant messaging and I was ignoring their messages. They had the profile picture of some kind of humanoid robot. One of my favorite things that happens in my dreams is when I get to try to speak in French, but somehow, not everyone understands me when I try. Figures of my dreams rarely if ever try to speak French with me unfortunately. I remember one dream I had, probably a few months ago, where my mom had a different husband (or perhaps the same but with hair) and he was able to speak with me in French and even sounded like a native speaker.
The first I explicitly remember was I was at my friend's house and I was impressed by his father's home theater. It had benches and everything. I vaguely remember that before I woke up for the first time I was riding a red dragon after some kind of sequence that reminded me of Lord of the Rings. The dragon was able to talk to me and she had the voice of a woman, but I don't recall what she talked to me about. We were getting attacked by other dragons and as I was waking up I was trying to get her to shoot fire out of her mouth. During that sequence I attended the funeral of Legolas with my mother for some reason. It was a fairly large event and I was confused because I was never under the impression that he died in the movies. It looked like a bunch of people dressed up for a Renaissance fair in the middle of a forest at daytime, by a stream which was going to carry his body off on a boat. In the movie theater I was watching a 22 minute short film based on a joke in an episode of Rick and Morty where they pretend to be intelligent aliens to trap SETI researchers in the display case of an alien that collects various alien species. The only difference was that the alien that was looking around at them was actually the alien's father and because Jerry and Beth (who were in the display case for some reason) were misbehaving and being argumentative, he called his son down who was much larger. In retaliation, the alien gave Jerry some kind of alien disease which caused him to break up into smaller pieces, which looked blue and rather disturbing, each of which would have its own sets of eyes and mouths. Kind of like the Cronenbergs in another episode but all of them were much smaller, vaguely humanoid, and blue. When turned into smaller fragments like that, after a while it would happen again to all of them and the amount of splits would increase exponentially, and as a result they'd look even more horrifying. Eventually Beth reveals that she was hiding the entire time after the Jerries all start to coalesce back into one shape. I think at some point they argued about something but I can't really remember what it was about. Jerry and Beth banged on the glass really hard and caused it to break and they escaped, to the cheering of the rest of the aliens trapped. Another that I remember before I woke up was I was hanging out at some kind of abandoned building with friends and for some reason myself and all of these friends were going to get sent to fight in Vietnam. We ended up recreating the scene from Full Metal Jacket where Joker meets Animal Mother for the first time. A cop comes by to bust us but it turns out to be a different cop than the one we were afraid of. At that point I had a sense of deja vu and had the impression that this was a dream I had been in before and that's why I expected a different outcome. The other day I remember a dream where I was trying to find videos from the Tribune of the People YouTube channel on the Internet Archive. To this day I'm still pissed that they took all the videos down. Another dream that I remember from a while back that I really enjoyed was ending up in this sort of 2 dimensional space that I realize now looked a lot like Moonside, in the sense that everything was black and had outlines of different colors. Another that I remember that I somewhat enjoyed was where I was exploring my old high school and I was going through the walls to find ancient corridors that had long fallen into disuse. It felt like being somewhere I shouldn't be.
I had a dream that my ex-roommate got me a black Ferrari as a gift but that the only reason he was able to was because the internals were complete junk and it was slow as hell. On top of that for some reason I also had a brown horse. At one point, due to dream logic, I was kind of using both at the same time. I drove the car as I had the horse on a sort of leash. At some point while I was driving the Ferrari around I came across a group of four women in pink bikinis that I wanted to show off to, miraculously the car started working fine again so I got to floor it for them. At some point a purple Lamborghini with a giant mohawk drove up to me to race but for some reason he started off-roading. At some point I started driving more on the country back-roads, it was the middle of autumn and all of the leaves were either gold or orange. I was looking for a creek that we could all swim at. At some point it felt like I was driving through corridors and eventually there was only me left, going down these corridors in the middle of a forest that started to look more and more like the corridors that you'd find waiting in line for a ride at Disneyland, but I had the impression that it was something for the Boy Scouts.
The dream I remember the most clearly is I was back at my aunt's old house and I was doing something with my family, my sister was there and she seemed in very good spirits until her hair started to fall out again. She looked visibly upset and went to the bathroom to start to try to replace it. I left to a room no one else was in and I started to cry profusely. The crying felt more real than I would've otherwise felt comfortable with. I woke up after that into a fit of sleep paralysis and I couldn't move at all. I've been having these experiences where I wake up from dreaming but it feels like I wake up into another dream where I'm laying in a dream version of my bedroom stuck in sleep paralysis and part of the dream is trying to shake myself out of it. My motivation was that I wanted to wake up and cry in the waking world. I went back to sleep and I started dreaming about bizarre scenes from Harry Potter. I think it was the Goblet of Fire film. At some point I thought about how the first three films were good and then it started to go downhill with the third. Ron Weasly did something of merit and I saw them put his name in the Goblet of Fire by writing his name on a piece of paper with a wand from a distance and using the same wand to levitate it into the goblet. There was going to be some kind of concert and I remember that Harry was going to play the synthesizer. The drum kit, for some reason, had some kind of board attached to it that looked like a synth panel and had things for filters and other stuff that made it seem like effects were being applied to the individual drum pieces. Back at my aunt's, I was playing with 3 cats. One of them I really liked, another was the white cat my mom has. My mom's cat and one of the others weren't getting along very well so that's when we decided to let them out into the rest of the house so that they'd have more room. I remember at this point my aunt, a different one from the other side of the family, and my brother were talking about my sister and her hair problem and said that it was partially my father's fault because of all the stuff that he'd do to her hair when she was young and that part of her frustration was that he couldn't do anything to fix it. I remember dreaming that I was at work and one of the people at the house I work at wanted to check the mail but I'm always afraid that he'll run off so I went to do it myself. It was raining so I wrapped myself in a blanket and went to the mailbox which was larger on the inside than it was on the outside. It was full of snacks, giant bags of spicy chips, and pasta, but just the noodles. I remember I was dressed in a leather jacket with a red Marilyn Manson armband. Underneath I was dressed the same as I was for the last 2 days before my day off, in all black clothing with my Louis Althusser shirt that I got off of the internet. I think I was there for the meeting that I have to go to later today. I typically wake up naturally at the same time each day but I only ever remember my dreams lately somewhat vividly if I take the time to go back to sleep for another couple of hours. I don't typically remember the ones from before waking up the first time, but sometimes I do if they make a big enough impression on me or if the imagery was detailed enough to want to remember. One dream that I remember from a long time ago that I have a written record of somewhere else on an old cell phone is walking around in the downtown area of some smaller city in the part of the city with all of the churches and trying to walk into one of the Catholic churches that I thought looked nice, it looked less like a church on the inside and more like a house and had two different floors. I remember somewhere in the house I found a hanging portrait of Mao Zedong. My fascination with the architecture of churches is a motif that's showed up in my dreams before, I remember another one a long time ago where I wandered into another one that also looked fairly Catholic, perhaps Gothic, but on the floor was a mural that I can hardly remember the details of but that I remember being fairly shocking and gruesome, with the letters of a language I've never seen before surrounding it and flowing out of it. It looked quite bloody and involved two monsters and what appeared to be some kind of ritual dagger but I couldn't make out what they were doing, the only thing I could still make out distinctly were their sharp teeth and entirely white eyes. I don't think there was a congregation present at the time. I'm a simple man, every time I've ever become lucid in a dream the very first thing I do is find the first person I like and try to have sex with them before I wake up, because I've learned that whenever I become lucid it's only a matter of time before I wake up so I have to move quickly. One time I stuck my dick in some kind of alien plant looking thing. I remember I was either in the dream thinking about it or waking up thinking about it, but I had the thought that I should read a book on screenwriting so I could write the script for an episode of Ugly Americans about something like the Satanic Front.
The last thing that I remember before I woke up was I was in the middle of a giant lecture hall with those sorts of semi-circular seats at the university I go to and there was a big commotion because a bunch of dudes were in one side of the room playing basketball in their seats with only one goal and the basketball flew across the room to the other side of the seating and hit someone. They started arguing and after that died down you could hear all the guys arbitrarting the rules of the game like they were having some sort of legal discussion. It's difficult to remember the transition but eventually I got up from my seat and I went over to the whiteboard in front of everyone because I was bored and wanted to try something that I thought would be fun, and said to the entire classroom that I was both a socialist and a communist and that I'd be willing to answer any questions they had to the best of my ability, not necessarily to attempt to persuade or convince but merely to satiate their curiosity should they have any. One of the things that I remember preparing to say before actually getting to say it, was that if anyone were to ask me "do commmunists want to make everyone equal" I would've responded with something like, "for myself, I think the trippier thing about communism and what brings Marx closer to people like the Christian or the Sufi mystics is that I don't think it's necessarily about 'making' everyone equal or anything like that, but helping you to slowly realize the radical equality that you already share with everyone around you, the sentence he uses, and I apologize for having to use an antiquated term is, 'the Negro is just a Negro, it's the mode of production and society which determines whether he's a slave or a king.'" I'm paraphrasing that from something of his I think, but I can't remember what it's from or if it's even a quote from him." I remember being concerned because a lot more hands went up to ask me questions than I expected and I basically decided to just go from left to right across the entire room. Before that I went to some kind of church thing and I met a girl by the name of Kaylee who I thought was pretty, but more importantly our senses of humor aligned so I wanted to talk to her more, I added her on discord and I walked around campus with her with one of her friends who I was a little concerned she was dating. I don't think I figured out if they were or not. For some reason in my dream the university had its own shopping mall and before we were able to walk into it we had to walk through a metal detector. I met Kaylee at some kind of church thing at the university and I remember the person giving the presentation looked fairly young and I wanted to interrupt them but didn't, it was beacuse I noticed that on all of the slides for the presentation they decided to use AI generated artworks that I thought looked horrendous, there was one where Jesus was on the cross looking like the caveman from those old Geico commercials. I remember expecting the whole thing to be Christian Nationalist propaganda but thinking that all of the interpretations of the Christian message felt rather milquetoast and liberal by contrast. I don't really remember much from before my dream ended up at the university. Before I moved to the city I currently live in I was plagued by recurring dreams of either being in high school again or visiting the high school I went to. Sometimes I'd have bizarre dreams where it turns out they found out that I actually failed some class and therefore had to go back even though I was already in my 20's. I think my favorites are where I'm exploring the derelict and forbidden corners of my high school. I'm starting to slowly remember that before I was at the university I was at my aunt's house again, this time in the upstairs area. I remember that when I was a kid my aunt's house had I think 4 different bedrooms upstairs but one of them was on the other side of the house and mostly empty, and smelled like dog shit. In my dream, in the sort of upstairs living room was one of those L shaped desks that had my cousin's gaming PC. I remember that in one of the bedrooms someone, but I don't quite remember who, was trapped somewhere in there. To explain it, sometimes in dreams rooms and spaces are bigger on the inside than they are on the outside, and sometimes you can sort of no-clip into other sections and areas. It seems as if they kind of no-clipped into a wall and entered what I see as the dream version of the backrooms, except instead of an infinite space of near completely empty office space with yellow walls, it feels more like you're in an infinite indoor construction site, there's all kinds of derelict wooden beams and other things, all of the floors are concrete and the walls are basically either concrete too or just drywall, and it's always dark and has a sort of vaguely blue hue. It feels like the cross between an infinite construction site and a dungeon. I never mind exploring those spaces but I think they could be kind of sinister or foreboding to other people. Before that I remember I was playing Grand Theft Auto San Andreas or something. Whenever I'm playing a video game in a dream it's sort of like my entire field of vision becomes the video game rather than just watching the screen, but not exactly like VR either. I was playing a character that was doing some kind of race and eventually the race ended up on this very thin wooden bridge over water that seemed like it was meant for only one person to pass at a time, my character, or myself, who knows, ended up getting into fights with a bunch of people as I brushed up against them. Eventually when I was at the very end of the bridge I got into a fight with someone and fell off and started falling on these cliffs and by the time I got the bottom I transitioned between the cliffs to those sorts of infinite backrooms I mentioned earlier. I think from here on out I'll refer to that particular zone of my dream as the backrooms for lack of a better or more easily understandable term, I might come up with another one later. A long time ago I made a dream home base out of a cave that I found when I went inside of an abandoned business building that looked like the front of the kind of business you'd see on a strip mall, unfortunately I have never been able to remember in a dream that I want to go back to visit it. I remember that one time when I had a lucid dream I tried to spruce the place up a bit and make it more comfortable, it felt like a cross between a cave and a mansion. I think I even had a pool table. I remember one particularly striking piece of imagery that I saw in a dream one time was three dug graves in the middle of the courtyard of what appeared to be a snowy temple, or perhaps just a mountaintop, and in front of each grave was a torch sticking out of the ground with a skull on the end of it with the top part of the skull cut off so that they were all flat. I also remember that one time in another dream I found some kind of fountain that was really big and felt like a cross between a fountain and a courtyard because it was circular and you could actually walk on it, maybe it was more like a small, incredibly shallow swimming pool. On one end of the shallow pool, connected to the rest of it, was a sort of stone with a face on it that kind of looked like one of the Gossip Stones from Ocarina of Time. I think I remember talking to it but I don't remember what about. One thing that slightly bothers me is that in my dreams I'm really bad at trying to make various objects or people come out of thin air. It feels like most of the time I fail at it.
Went to sleep in the sociology department's lounge for about 2 hours but was woken up by the work group text on my phone, experienced sleep paralysis as I tried to check it, kept waking up into a dream where I was in the sociology lounge and people would come and go through it, but it was definitely a dream because there were 2 different people that I remembered from high school. Can't remember if I saw anyone else in there. I was excited to see one of my old friends and I said something to him like, "I'm gonna wake up to see if you're really here hold on" and then I woke up, possibly into another dream, realized he wasn't there, and said, "damn it, he would be the one to run off on me like that."
I don't really sleep in one big consistent chunk and I'm starting to notice that the hardest part of my lucid dreaming practice isn't thinking or meditating on my consciousness as I fall asleep, but remembering to do the same thing when I wake up for the first or second time in the night. The only dream I remember, mostly in fragments, from the first time I went to bed is flying around my old neighborhood in the middle of the night while being looked for by two fellow Satanic Front members, one of them had red sunglasses like that one character that I remember from the trailer of that A24 Civil War movie that I never actually saw. I think he was the one that had an SF patch on his uniform. Both of them had short, cropped hair and neither of them looked like bodybuilders of the post-apocalypse. Neither of them looked like anyone I had seen in their photos. I remember that in order to get away from them I was floating to the lake that I remember going to a lot when I was a kid but it turns out they thought to look for me there so I tried to float deeper into a dark forest where I could barely see anything. I woke up from that dream at some point and then forgot to go back into a meditative practice and went back to sleep. I remember the dream from that, I was walking around some kind of school campus again and I ended up in this weird elevator looking thing with a floor that kind of looked like a grate, there were 2 other students in there and they told me this room was for people that were dropping out. I was getting ready to talk to them about why they shouldn't drop out before I woke up again. At some point when I was searching the campus I went into a classroom and there were some kids misbehaving and I remember I said something to my friends like, "I think being a teacher is a combination of wanting to help and teach people while also thinking that maybe we should allow teachers to do chokeholds occasionally." I remember I was only really looking for an elevator because I was looking for my friends because we were going to go to some kind of sports game together. When I was walking on the outside of campus along the length of the building I could see the various teams of the school practicing whatever it was that they were trying to do. I woke up from that one and went back to bed. I'm a little deflated because I did so much prepatory work the day before only to achieve the same amount of lucidity, dream clarity, and level of dream recall that I normally achieve on my own without writing about my dreams or attempting any kind of meditative practice or reality checks. But I'll just keep doing the work and see if anything changes. I feel as if I've already forgotten that last dream. There's one other dream that I remember but I don't recall which sleep cycle it was from, my friends and I were somewhere and we were watching a new televised edition of The Addams Family but it was just a pilot. In this one, for some reason, Gomez got divorced and had a new goth wife but the story changes dramatically whenever his first wife, Morticia, re-enters the picture and decides to come back to do something that I don't recall. I don't think my dream gave a particularly good explanation for any of this. My friends thought it was weird because they decided to go a little Rocky Horror Picture Show and decided to write in that Morticia was a trans woman with fake breasts and a bulge, which my friends and I all collectively agreed was really weird, not because there's anything wrong with trying to have a trans character, we just thought it was weird that they went so far to make a character not only trans, but to have done the impossible as well by making Gomez somehow fall out of love with her, which is really the thing that felt more out of character. I remember when I was sitting around away from the TV not really thinking about it anymore I started to cry, my friend asked me what was wrong, and it's because in my waking life the Addams Family was one of the movies my ex-girlfriend introduced me to so whenever I see anything related to it I started thinking about that movie and ultimately I start thinking about her.
The first major dream that I remember was that I was at some kind of fancy Gala with my girlfriend (I don't have one) that was for insufferable rich people that thought they were witty, somehow by the time I got out of there I was with my mom, her husband and my brother. I don't remember too much about her but I remember we were going down an escalator and she ran into someone that she actually wanted to try to talk to and network with while we were there and they started to talk to them. I remember I made a lot of snide comments about some of the people that were there and by the time we got down to the main lobby area where everyone was dressed nice I decided to leave her to her networking and wandered off to check out more of the areas where people were giving smaller presentations on various things at little booths. I came across someone whose stuff I found interesting. I think they were pinball machines. When we were leaving, now with my mom, her husband, and my bother, my mom was pissed because her husband had passed out somewhere after going to pick up 3 Star Wars DVDs to take a nap so she felt really offended and decided to take a separate car, on the way to the car I had said something that offended my mother, something like "it doesn't matter if he didn't like the Gala it shouldn't bother you so much" and she said "well then you can walk" and drove off in the truck leaving my brother and I to try to find a way home somehow. Both of us thought we were screwed because neither of us had our phones charged. We walked up and down what looked like various feeder roads of the interstate and eventually we came across a group of people that looked like they were partying in this weird outside courtyard that looked like it was dug into the ground. It looked like something I've been to at my university. I remember that at some point Brian David Gilbert from Polygon tried to show up but people checked to see if he was getting recognized by too many people and since I poked my head out because I wanted to say hi they said there were too many fans and left. At some point I felt really bad and tried to explain the shitty situation I was in with my brother to the crowd of people there and asked if there was any way we could get a ride from any of them. The person who ended up trying their best to help us out was someone with a British accent, I forgot most of their name but I remember their last name was Dempsey, they said they were from another dimension. The more I talked to them, the more I realized that I was talking to Jason Josephson Storm from another dimension and I tried to explain to Dempsey what books they had written in our parallel universe because they were curious about what they were like. I somehow managed to explain the basic gist of his books on Metamodernism, the Myth of Disenchantment, and the Invention of Religion in Japan. I didn't have that hard of a time synopsizing Metamodernism because that was one of his books I had actually read, but I had a harder time with the other two because I had never gotten around to them before. I believe that was the first dream I had before I woke up for the first time. I even try to talk to people about theory in my dreams, looking back on it that's actually one of the only dialogues of my dream that I remember with a fair amount of detail, I still remember somewhat how I tried to explain each book in only a couple sentences. I did my usual cycle of waking up twice in the night. A dream that I remember from the last sleep cycle was that I was driving home from something and I ran a red light while I was drinking a beer and I got pulled over for it. I somehow split into two versions of myself and the one I felt like I was controlling was perfectly sober but the other one was the one doing the cops sobriety tests. I got mad because the other version of myself was stumbling over a lot and I kept thinking "man you've only had one beer get a grip" so I walked over and had to lift him up and help him with the sobriety tests, I appeared to be invisible to the police so I was able to get them to walk straight again and the cops let me go. When I looked over into the passenger side I noticed there was the cash for the ticket I thought I was going to have to pay already there. I told them I was going to go down to Mexico next time I ever encountered any problems like this and I don't remember if they took it seriously or not. The last dream that I remember before I woke up was attempting to visit my ex-roommates in the house they currently lived in which was in another town, I forgot the name of the town but it definitely wasn't a place I had ever heard of, I think it started with a T. I went to their house and one of the things I noticed was they didn't have a real lawn, it was mostly just reddish pebbles and fake turf, which I said was preferable because of all the water that tends to get wasted on grass and lawns instead of people using natural vegetation. Then I looked around at the lawn and noticed that for some reason there was a sprinkler system anyway. I remember I had a brief vision of one of the houses they tried to rent but weren't able to get into for one reason or another. When I woke up the first time I think I was able to try to slip into a meditative practice and try to stay conscious as I slipped back into the sleep but each time that I wake up the second time my mind is already way too far gone to try to remember so one of the challenges that I'm trying to set for myself is remaining lucid throughout all 3 of my major REM cycles that I seem to get every night.
I don't normally tend to get violent in my dreams, but this time I did. I dreamt of a girl who didn't like me and we got into an argument about it, so I told her to fuck off and floated away. My friend thought it was funny. Then, I came back with a chair and while still floating in the air, threw it at her while in my head I said something like "and they're coming back with the chair" the way an announcer would in a WWE match. Unfortunately after this all of my friends heard about it and I pretty much commit social suicide. I went to a church, of all places, to give confession and while I didn't see my priest I did see a lot of my friends from Bible Study. My family was there and I recognized my uncle. The church itself I remember having primarily white walls with a lot of red lining different parts of the interior. There were flowers all over the stained glass. The priest of the church pulled me to the front and said something to the crowd present that made them cheer but I don't know what, before I knew it I was being held up by a crowd of people as if I was stage diving and put back down in the same spot. I waited awkwardly for a while until asking someone if I was supposed to stay there and he said no, then I was I was just there for confession and nothing else. He told me to follow him to the confession booth and that he had something for me. I followed him and opened the door when he got into his part of the booth. Then, he stuck his cock out of a square shaped hole and I started to yell at him. He came out of the booth and started to argue with me and I started to throw punches at him, before I know it I was joined, of all people, by a bunch of members of the Italian mafia and we all started to beat him while he laid on the ground, then we threw a bunch of towels over his body to shield it from the eyes of god. Somebody had the idea to take out their wallet and throw a dollar bill on him so then everyone else, including myself did. Then people started to throw their IDs on him and even some of their jewewlry and everyone started to complain that he tried the same thing with them too. When we finished I realized my father was one of the men who joined me and I told him that I had started to begin to accept my violent nature and I wanted to be made a member of the family, or at least start working for the family business. He took me to see my grandfather, none other than Vito Corleone dressed like a dandy. Grandpa started to ask if I wanted to be made "a man at arms" and I said yes and he told me to follow him so that he could introduce me to another connected family. My knowledge of the Godfather movies started to flood to my memory and when I saw them I realized that this would be the family that would later betray ours. One of the members must of been around 10 to 12 feet tall and he was incredibly muscular, he pulled out a giant sword from Ancient India to show me as well as his smaller katars that he said were made with mithril "to reduce recoil." I think I called the sword a talwar but I don't think that's accurate, and it wasn't really a sword it appeared to be made out of wood. It was more like a long, flat club with a flared tip, but I wouldn't call it phallic in shape. I remember I went back to my own apartment, or at least an apartment because it didn't look like mine, and my roommate said that after the incident with the chair I was no longer allowed at his parents house. At some point I remember I started to have a dream about Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse and I saw what appeared to be an explanation from the film director that in the comics Spider Gwen, in this weird alternate version of Spider-Man I was watching, was Peter Parker's little sister and that she uses her own blood to transform into a creature similar to Venom but with and with 6 arms portruding from out of her back. At some other point I found myself with my parents again and apparently my mom wanted to go to some kind of fair in another town. I really didn't want to because I had work the next day, but I started to drive there anyway. I parked my car somewhere and went to see my family and all of them were ordering pizza with chili fries which I thought was a weird combination, I didn't order anything and instead decided to go take a shower. When I turned on the shower, water was coming out from too high and it was starting to get onto the towel that I brought with me, I fideled with the switches on the panel and then water started to come out of the wall on the side of the toilet which only made the problem worse as I was still wearing my pants and now they were getting wet. I kept messing with the panel which only seemed to make water come out of every possible place and realized there was a setting for just the showerhead, the only problem is that now I was using all of the soap from the soap dispenser and it was getting everywhere too. Even though the bathtub wasn't full it seemed to be flooding the room really easily and leaking out from underneath the doorway. I was stuck figuring it out for a while. When I got out I somehow ended up inside the building where I normally do Bible Study and some Christian Nationalist girl came in there to argue with me about whether or not homosexuality could be accepted biblically, we argued quite a bit and I said something to her like, "your religious belief is merely a political opinion disguised as religious" and I locked the door behind us and said that she'd be stuck with me having theological debates for the rest of eternity for her decision. I don't remember how I got out but when I did I ended up in another house where I was caught by one of my roommate's family members (I've never met any of them), it was some kind of little girl. I ended up stealing her cat and floated back to take it to my mom's house for some reason. I realized that I had forgotten my car and went to go get it and when I started driving back I got caught up with a young hispanic guy who was really into drag racing and driving fast cars, he was flooring it on a long dirt road and practicing sharp turns with traffic cones. He asked me when I think I was going to be ready to start working on my car to make it fast and I tried my best to avoid the question since I didn't really want to spend the money. I remember he said something to one of his business partners but I can't really remember what it was about. Now that I think about it I'm pretty sure the Spider-Man related dreams were from around and after I first woke up. This is the first night I can think of where I was woken up in the middle of a dream and that when I went back to bed it actually continued. But it was only for about 15 minutes since I had to go to work. I don't quite recall when in in the dream cycle it was but I started to have a dream about texting an old friend who I assumed was married by then, she sent me a bunch of pictures but I remember it being nearly impossible to type on my phone. For some reason my phone's keyboard had changed and I thought that had something to do with it so I changed it back and kept trying to type. There's another dream that I had that I barely recall but it had something to do with me and my brother and we were at my parents' trailer. There was a bit of time between me writing this all down and actually having the dreams because I had to get up and get ready to go to work so I'm actually surprised I've managed to type all of this out. When I woke up I text that friend and she did tell me that she was married now.
The highlight of my dream tonight was getting to pet a really fat possum.