It's been a looooooooooooooooooooooong time since I've actually posted a DreamBlog and I've got a few minutes here at work so I figured I'd post one of my dreams from last night.

Remember: this is only a dream...

I'm pacing up and down the aisle of a bus. A family member is driving the bus and a friend is sitting near the back. Neither of my bus companions are actually real people from my waking life, and yet I recognize and understand my relation to them. They have no real identifiable facial or bodily features, yet somehow I just know that the driver is an older male family member (not a brother or a father, but something that immediate) and the other passenger is a close friend. I'm not really that confused by the fact that I know these people and yet I don't. It all just makes sense within the dream and I don't question it. I just keep pacing, looking out the windows.

The bus is traveling down a straight dirt road between a field of corn on the left side and a forest on the right.

I walk down the aisle to the front of the bus and place my hand upon the driver's shoulder and look out the windshield.

Up ahead, a giant black animal with a white stripe down its back comes sauntering out of the forest and stops at the edge of the road. As we get closer, I see that it looks like bear with a big bushy tail. Just as we are about to drive pass, the animal turns around and lifts its striped tail into the air.

SKUNK!!! I yell and dive to the floor, covering my face with my hands.

I can feel the bus still moving forward and it sounds like a blast from a firehose is straifing the side of the bus. An putrid smell washes over me.

I feel a hand on my shoulder so I open my eyes to see my friend kneeling next to me. He has no mouth or eyes, but somehow I can tell that he's smiling. My friend helps me to my feet without saying a word and walks me toward the back of the bus. I look out the back window and see the bear-skunk crossing the road into the corn field.

I walk to the front of the bus. The driver somehow smiles through his faceless head.

Up ahead of the bus, a much smaller bear-skunk emerges out of the forest. The skunk repeats the same motions as the bigger one, and I respond in the exact same way.

As I lie on the floor in a ball with my face covered. Even though the skunk is smaller and its liquid emission is audibly less than the first as it sprays the bus, the smell is much much worse.

Again I am brought to my feet by my friend and again I watch the skunk disappear into the corn field.

This cycle continues as a watch progressively smaller and yet smellier skunks emerge, spray the bus, and disappear.

The foul stench still lingered in my brain as I woke up just before the bus was sprayed by a teeny tiny bear-skunk.

Remember: this is only a dream...

Sam and I go to a film screening on campus at UCLA. We go the boxoffice, buy 2 tickets without saying anything, then when we get to the door, just as I'm about to give the guy my ticket, I look down at my ticket and see that it costs $375. Sam's ticket costs $275. I ask the guy at the door about the hundred dollar difference in price between our tickets and why they cost so much to begin with. He just takes our tickets, tears them, and silently ushers us into the theater.

Inside is a giant square screen but no theater seats. People are just congregating on what looks like a dance floor. The theater itself is a giant cube-shaped room.

I hear the doors close behind us and just we join the large group of people in the middle of the room, the lights go off.

Pitch black.

I can feel Sam clenching my hand. Suddenly my feet slowly lift off the ground. Still holding hands in the dark, Sam and I float weightlessly upward. When the lights come back on we're floating in the middle of the room with everyone else. I can feel a faint sensation as if the room is spinning along an invisible axis that extends out the center of the screen down the middle of the room, but the room isn't visibly moving, though it's difficult to tell which direction is up anymore.

Stools pop out of the floor, ceiling and walls, and one by one, people fly off in each direction and take a seat. Somehow I lose Sam in the crowd and I'm the last person floating in the middle by myself. I look at each wall for Sam, but I don't she her anywhere.

The lights dim so scramble downward, or at least in the direction that feels like down in my current orientation, and I take a seat on an empty stool.

The film begins as abstract shapes and colors flash across the square screen. The images are strange and yet totally familiar. The green and red shifting blobs somehow read as people talking and though there is no audio, I can hear and understand their conversation.

I remember that I still haven't found Sam so I turn away from the screen and look around me for her. She's still nowhere in sight so I launch myself off the stool, float to the left adjacent wall, and sit on an empty stool. Sam is not among the people seated on this wall either.

The absract images on the screen are rotated 90 degrees, but they don't seem tilted at all. They still read as recognizable images. In fact, it appears like a different alternate angle of the same dialog.

I watch a bit of the film and then float myself to the next wall to look for Sam. I still can't find her so I continue floating in a clockwise direction, each time taking a stool, scanning the surrounding seats, watching a bit of the film, and then moving on.

After several full unsuccessful rotations, other people in the audience begin to migrate from one wall of stools to another. Some people float clockwise, some counterclockwise, some diagonally across the middle of the theater. I stay seated and watch people float around above me for a while. Then I float into the center of the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sam as she passes, but I still can't find her.

Suddenly I realize that red blob is no longer on screen, and the green blog appears to be distraught, as if he's lost something.

Then I woke up.

Even though Sam was laying next to me in bed, I still had a lingering feeling of loniless and abandonment, as if she was still lost in my dream.

Remember: this is only a dream...

I'm sitting in an airplane next to my brother Russ. We're strapped in by giant seatbelts. The walls of the entire fuselage are hinged open, like overhead compartment or DeLorean doors, to reveal that the plane is still sitting on the runway. It's a clear blue day outside.

Inside BMX riders are racing up and down the aisles and out the sides of the plane rigth in front of me, riding up and down inflatable emergency ramps.

I tug at the seatbelt restraints that cross my lap and chest.

DONG
(the "Fasten safty belt" tone rings)

Suddenly, Russ and I are hanging off back of airplane, in backwards facing rollercoaster seats, watching the jet contrail as the plane flies high in the sky.

We're hanging right below the tail. A giant jet engine blares above us.

Russ, a younger Russ than he really is now, squirms out of the seat restraints and climbs over to me. He hooks his legs on to my by wrapping his ankles around mine, like a trapeze artist, and hangs off into the air. He reaches out in front of him and catches clouds. He grabs a handful of white puffy stuff and looks back up at me and smiles.

I yell, "Aren't you freezing?! You're probably screwing up the aerodynamics of the plane?! We might crash!"

Then I woke up

I wasn't panicked at all. I was smiling at the absurdity of the dream. Throughout the dream, people were having fun while I was too worried to enjoy it all.

Remember: this is only a dream...

I'm lying on my back on a skateboard in the middle of a park. I stare up at the clear blue sky. I cannot see anyone around me, but I know I'm surrounded by playing children as frisbees and kites crisscross the sky overhead.

I close my eyes and feel the warmth of the sun on my face. I can hear the children laughing.

A cool breeze stirs through the air around me and I hear a slight whirring.

A shadow moves across my face and the whirring grows louder. I try to open my eyes but the gentle breeze has turned into a downward gust that burns my eyes with a freezing chill.

I'm frozen still, pinned down by the force of the wind and my body is tense from the cold air.

The children's giggles are completely drowned out by the howling whir from above.

Suddenly I can see the scene from a 3rd-person POV: there I am, lying there on the skateboard, motionless with my eyes clenched tight, as a helicopter descends right on top of me.

When the helicopter is a few feet from touching down around me, it begins to shrink. It quickly reduces from a full-sized copter down to a tiny little toy that lands right on my forehead. Though its physical size has shrunk, the force from the wind generated by its propellers remains strong, and I am still unable to open my eyes.

From my disembodied 3rd-person POV, I watch as the helicopter's propellers begin to collapse in on themselves as they slowly stop spinning. When they come to a full stop, the four rotor blades divide and jut downward so the tips touch my forehead like eight legs and lift the body of the copter up. The fuselage quickly morphs into a round black mass dangling between the arched rotors.

The helicopter now looks like a headless mechanical spider.

My eyes still closed, I watch as the spider crawls from my forehead down to my mouth until its eight legs surround my lips. I purse my lips, but the spider puts two of its legs from opposite sides of its body into my mouth and begins to open my lips. It then puts two more legs into my mouth and pries my clenched teeth apart.

The spider begins to lower its body into my mouth.

I suddenly scream and sit up.

My eyes are now open, but I still watch it all from the sidelines.

The spider dangles from mouth. Two legs are still wedged between my teeth, prying my jaw open, but the other legs are waving and clawing frantically, trying to get a footing on my face.

Suddenly I'm staring down my throat.

I'M THE SPIDER I think and instantly my POV shifts yet again, back to my own POV, my own eyes.

I can't see the spider, but I can feel it on my face. Deep inside my ears I can hear a creeking noise as my jaw is being stretched beyond its limit.

A sharp pain shoots through my tongue and I start to gag.
***
Then I woke up only to discover I'd bitten my fucking tongue in my sleep.

Remember: this is only a dream...

I'm pulling a black car into a parking space in an underground garage. It's "my car" but not the car I have in my waking life. I turn off the car, get out, and walk around to the back to get something (I dunno what) out of the trunk.

Just as I turn the key in the trunk, I bump something on the ground with my foot. I look down and there are two feet sticking up from underneath the car.

"Oh fuck!" I shout as I stumble back away from the car.

I can see that a man is lying on his back under the car.

"Get the fuck away from my car!" I shout.

The man lies motionless.

From behind another car parked nearby, I crouch down and look under my car. I can see that the man's arms and legs are on the ground, but his head and torso are pressed up against the bottom of the car.

The man still lies motionless.

"Hey man, are you OK?"

As I approach my car, I notice streaks of something wet by the man's feet. It isn't until I'm standing over his feet at the trunk of my car, right where I was when I first noticed the man under the car, that I realize the wet streaks are blood. I turn away from the feet and notice that the streaks extend all the way around the corner, tracing the path that took as I drove through the garage.

I break into a run as I follow back along the trail of blood.

I didn't know, I tell myself. It must've been an accident.

I run faster and faster, desperately trying to find where the trail ends so that I can figure out when and where the accident happened, but the trail keeps going all the way to the entrance of the underground garage and out onto the dark empty street.

I stop in the middle of the street and gasp aloud when I see that the trail of blood leads as far as I can see down the seemingly endless street.

"I didn't know," I tell myself again, and I run back into the garage along the bloody trail.

"He might still be alive," I say aloud.

Are you fucking kidding?! a voice scoffs. You dragged his carcass for miles, scraping the life out of him. There's no way he's still alive! You killed him.

"I didn't know! I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't know..."

I keep running and running, and as I round the final corner, I slip in the blood and slide face-first towards my car. When come to a stop and look up, there's a giant pool of blood underneath my car, but the body is gone.

Then I woke up.

Remember: this is only a dream...

I'm running in place as the grassy earth turns beneath me. A naked blue-skinned brunette woman skips along ahead of me. I try to catch up to her, but no matter how fast I run, she's still just out of reach.

A woman's voice behind me whispers into my ear: "Break it"

I look back over my shoulder but no one is there. I look forward and there is a patch of yellow flowers in my path ahead of me. As I run through the flower patch, I step on something metallic and hard, which sinks into the soft ground beneath my feet.

The whole world comes to screeching halt. I stop dead in my tracks as the earth stops turning. I lift up my foot and find that I've stepped on what looks like a car brake-pedal.

I look up to see the blue-skinned woman standing directly in front of me with her back towards me. A glint of shimmering light on her blue skin catches my eye and I see a zipper attached to the base of her neck.

I reach out and touch the zipper. The woman giggles are her skin begins to unzip down along her spine. I can see a quick flash of red beneath her skin and suddenly the earth jolts to a start and begins turning again, which sends the woman off skipping ahead of me as I break into a run.

The woman's blue skin peels off of her body as falls to the grass as she skips, revealing a new layer of red skin. I jump over the pile of blue skin and continue to run after the now red-skinned woman.

The woman giggles again and I see a flash of yellow on her back before her red skin unzips and falls away to reveal a yellow layer.

She keeps merrily skipping and I keep frantically running after her as the woman's skin continues to cycle through every color of the rainbow. Only her long dark hair remains the same color.

I never see her face, but I suddenly realize that the woman is my girlfriend. I call out "Sam!"

Then I woke up.

Link: http://www.joshuajmorgan.com/blog/index.php?blog=2&cat=73

As an aspiring animator, i'm supposed to be able to, like, draw and stuff, so i figured it'd be a good exercise to illustrate my DreamBlog entries. This'll hopefully kill several birds with one stone, cuz i'll be practicing to draw, using my WACOM tablet (which has basically just been gathering dust ever since i bought it), and adding a visual component to my DreamBlog (cuz even the most descriptive text can never truly convey dreams, which are graphically visual experiences)

Anyway, I'm calling these sketches "DreamDoodles" and I'll be filing dreams with doodles in the !DreamDoodles! category.

Often times my dreams are extensions of my waking life, picking up where i left off before i went to sleep. I stayed up late last night writing PHP script for this here blog, and i continued to program longer after i fell asleep...

Remember: this is only a dream...

I'm sitting at a computer desk in a cubicle programming PHP scripts. A coworker comes up to my cubicle and says, "Stay away from the new guy, I hear he's a bastard porcu-"

"You taking shit about ME?!" a voice interrupts. A guy walks straight up to us, turns around and starts to bend over when a volley of quills shoot out of his back.

Instinctively, i cover my face with my arm and duck my head down, but i feel stabbing pains through my right eye and through my left nostril down into mouth. I can taste wood on my tongue, and i HATE the taste of wood. I get the chills just thinking about wooden tongue depressors, spoons, popsicle-sticks, etc.

I open my left eye (i can't open my right eye cuz there's a quill stuck in my eyeball thru the eyelid) and i can see a wooden hors d'oeuvre shish kebab skewer looking thing sticking up through my left nostril (like where people get their noses pierced).

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I grab the quill and start to pull but I can feel the quill going thru the roof of my mouth and sticking into my tongue. The pain is unbearable, but i can't stand to have the taste of wood in my mouth, so i yank to quill out. I breathe a sigh of relief as the taste of blood fills my mouth (At least i can't taste the wood anymore... BLECH).

I then turn my attention to the quill in my eyeball. I yank on the quill, but it doesn't come out. Instead, my eyelid tears and my eyeball pops out, still stuck on the end of the quill. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt at all, so i take the eyeball-on-a-stick and put it in the mug full of pens on my desk.

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That's when i notice my coworker laying face-up on floor, covered from head to toe with quills sticking out of his body, presumably dead.

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The "new guy" is nowhere to be found. One-eyed with a mouth full of blood, i resume my programming.

Remember: this is only a dream...

I am in a tunnel. The sound of a musicbox echoes thru the tunnel. The walls are covered with white semi-translucent plastic. As far as i can see down the tunnel behind me is darkness and in front of me is white light.

I walk towards the light down a straightaway but when i reach a bend, right where the tunnel begins to curve left, is an old white-haired woman in a white robe doing endless pirouettes like a ballerina.

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I hug the wall as i try to walk around her. She alternates between unintelligible whispering and strained humming (out of tune to the musicbox) with each pirouette. Turn, whisper, turn, hum, turn, whisper, turn, hum, turn, etc. She pays no attention to me as i slink passed her, and I continue down another straightaway.

I walk for a ways before I stop and look back. The tunnel looks virtually the same in both directions except that at one end is blackness and at the other is light. I resume walking straight ahead towards the light until the tunnel curves right. Again, there is a spinning old woman, exactly the same as the woman I'd already passed.

Again i pass the woman and continue onward as the tunnel winds back and forth, alternating between straightaways and curves with an old woman doing pirouettes at each bend.

The dream continues in this cycle until i wake up.

Remember: this is only a dream...

I'm in a giant room filled with people. It's dark but there are bright strobing lights that pan around the room in jerking stutters. The floor, ceiling, and three of walls are all pitch black. The 4th wall is entirely transparent as if it were made of glass. Outside is a pool patio (the same patio from my pool party / plane crash dream a few nights ago) but inside the room, it's like a club dancefloor with people wall to wall. Half of the people are typical club-goers gyrating away to the bumping music, but the other half of people are circus performers doing various acts, like riding unicycles, juggling, acrobatics, magic tricks, etc.

The dancers and the circus performers mingle with one another as they each do their thing. I am just standing in the corner of the room watching it all happen because i am neither a dancer nor a circus performer. I laugh as a scantily-clad girl freaks a juggling clown, who seems to be trying to ignore the heaving breasts in his face. The clown blinks and a red ball launches up out of the pattern of balls above his head.

The red ball falls and rolls to my feet. I pick it up and throw it back at the clown, but he doesn't try to catch it The ball flies passed him, hits the glass wall with a loud BOOM and bounces around the room. Outside next to the glass wall, a huge muscle-bound man turns around and points at me. The guy looks like he is either the club bouncer or the circus strongman (or both) and he yells at me, "What the fuck at you doing?!?!"

His voice bellows through the wall and across the room over the sound of calliope and bass. Everyone stops dead in their tracks and turns to stare at me. The red ball still ricochets endlessly around the room.