Playing Catchup
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Trigger Warnings: None
Dreaming Techniques: Meditation, Rallying
Still struggling to make time to record dreams this week...can't wait til work quiets down. Recall wasn't too bad for the most part, but I've not got time for a full writeup :(
Night 1
Night. Some kind of remote compound. Was commanding a crew of tiny little dudes, we invaded (reclaimed?) a house. There were dangerous zombies, contagious I think, in the kitchen; most of dream spent outside on a rise casing the house, trying to get past the zombies. Layout was like a rusted-out ranch house, looked kind of like we were in the dust bowl. We must have been scavengers. POI2 appeared as a blind/mad priest, useless liability.
Night 2
Afternoon on a beach, there were kart races. The world was ending to some extent. Above the beach, in the sky, was a looping racetrack made from a pearly material--think Rainbow Road from Mario Kart, but primarily pink/white/purple. Most of dream was spent racing on the track. At some point we segued into a man-made indoor lagoon, think a pool inside a resort done up to look like something "natural." I have a sketch IRL of the interconnected pools, the fake greenery on the walls, styrofoam rocks. Patchy the Pirate from Spongebob was there. Whatever entity we were fighting out there in the sky had been replicated as an attraction of sorts, I think, that the resort-goers could "fight" for fun through a scripted play-like event.
Night 3
Really more a series of scenes than a plot-rich dream. I was sneaking through a sort of catacomb-basement-area of a (college?) where two women were keeping watch, trying to sneak to, I think, some kind of cistern inlet. The first sub-basement had been abandoned, the second had the women, I was expecting a third but couldn't find the floor hatch--the women simultaneously responded to my presence as a normal thing and didn't really "see" me. Everything was made out of the same clay, a sort of pueblo-like tan. As I searched for the cistern inlet, POI2 appeared. At first they helped, distracting the women, but they suddenly turned aggressive and belligerent, screaming at me for searching for the "forbidden" cistern.
Hard cut to a dusty attic. Sun shining through loose slat walls, everything bleached a kind of grey. POI2 aggressive, pacing. Confronts me with question about POI, not sure of exact question, likely in the vein of "what was so bad", sense that they were confident I couldn't answer. When I gave an answer, they just stood there silently, as if they didn't know how to respond.
I walked down a woodland trail and pet (and got clawed by) 3 cats. Sense that my dream crew had intended it as a decompression thing, but residual anxiety had leaked into the cats. Totally worth it though, really cute cats.
Notes: My own little dream crew from the rallying exercise was given "permission" for Night 3 (last night's) dream. I have an imperfect degree of awareness for the buildup that leads to more serious nightmares, and if there's one thing I've learned (about mine at least), nightmares are generally on your side...they're not about inflicting suffering, they're about processing it before it reaches dangerous waking levels. Sometimes you just gotta sacrifice a night.