Painstakingly Built By Hand (Poor Gordon's Hand) http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html The Book of Dreams en-us Gordon Mei http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreambook.png 188 400 Sat, 21 Jan 2006 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#jade Mon, 16 Jan 2006 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#garnet
Later, in an unrelated time and event, I was standing in a line against the wall of a ballroom, or a room as ornate as one. I somehow knew that we were in The Mirage, and I, and the other twenty-something CCS students in this line, faced a CCS teacher, possibly Mr. Tom. The teacher was dressed up in formal attire, just as we were, and either he or another CCS staff member drew a row of box frames on a wide chunk of white cardboard, and then proceeded to sketch each person in line in the same sequence as the boxes.]]> Sun, 15 Jan 2006 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#emerald Thu, 12 Jan 2006 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#diamond Tue, 10 Jan 2006 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#citrine Thu, 29 Dec 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#carnelian
I suddenly found myself with Eddie right outside a room, and we were peaking into this small press room, much like the one in The White House, with presidential candidates dressed in orange, lavender, and red button-up shirts, and contrasting ties to match.]]> Mon, 26 Dec 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#bloodstone Fri, 23 Dec 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#aventurine
(At some point, I discovered that the short arrows were HB pencils whose lead broke easily on impact.)

Click here for a hastily done drawing using an optical mouse.]]> Thu, 22 Dec 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#aquamarine
Suddenly, I found myself in daylight on the deck of a ship overlooking some narrow, floating walkway platforms beside the gray, metallic hull of a large ship. Some people were walking along the platforms to reach my side, when suddenly several sharks began circling around the platforms in anticipation of getting a bite of anyone who might slip into the water. The stranded people began to reveal panic in their voices as they desperately tried to extend their arms to balance on the rocking platforms. But that didn't matter because an enormous eyeless worm (that looked like one of those toys that easily slip out of your hands because they're filled with gel) thrashed out of the water and swallowed everyone on the platform.

Then I found myself indoors in a home that seemed to be my own. All the lights upstairs had been switched off to evade some form of secret police or humanoid invaders. We were also trying to avoid any attention from our neighbors, who, like everyone else in the world, was a potential spy. Since the beginning of the invasion, nobody could trust anyone because both humans and invaders in the form of humans had been reporting people to the invading authorities. At a makeshift table setup downstairs by the washer and dryer, three or four people sat along one of the long sides of the table. All of them looked like men from The Lord of the Rings films, with one distinctly looking like the character Boromir and the leader looking like Aragorn. They all held their swords up and stared intensely at the blades. The blades gave them imagery of their immediate futures. All of theirs ended with imminent death, except for that of the leader. The other two or three looked towards their leader, who was just beginning to break his gaze away from his sword blade. The followers asked their leaders what they should do. He said something I can't remember, and then he took an elevator to another level. Meanwhile, I looked into the downstairs den and looked at the dim lights at the house across the street, and I wondered if we had been discovered.

Suddenly, I stood in a dormitory hallway (that I had seen in a previous unrelated dream, by the way), and I entered a perpendicular hallway forming a "T" with the original hallway. I turned into the first room on my right, and I discovered a gray-walled cafeteria with no food being served. Almost immediately after I had entered the room, a man in a dark police officer uniform entered. He told everyone that he would take the freshmen outside with him, and that everyone else was to remain where they stood. I somehow interpreted this as the routine words preceding a slaughter of everyone in the room, and I made an unnoticed slip through the door past the cop. When I reached the "T" of the intersection, I hesitated in my sprint and looked both ways to check which side to use as an exit. A nonhuman invader that looked like character Agent Smith from "The Matrix" spotted me from the opposite side of the hallway on my right. At the same time, we both broke into a sprint towards the exit doors of the hallway at my left. I slammed the doors open and nearly tripped on my way down the few concrete steps. I soon reached a teal mid-90's Ford Mercury in a parking lot and took the car with three other people my age. We burned tire marks on the asphalt as we rapidly backed, turned, and floored the gas pedal while swerving the car around incoming traffic. Eventually, we felt that we had lost the agent in the chase, and we pulled the car over on a street near my actual home called Chadbourne Avenue, except that it was labeled as Crestmont Avenue. But the second we stopped the car, the man unexpectedly appeared and ordered everyone except the driver to leave the car. This included me, as I was no longer the driver. The three of us stepped out of the car and closed the doors behind us, while the man dragged the driver by the neck out of the vehicle.]]> Wed, 21 Dec 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#amethyst
I made one final trip into the car to gather any missed belongings. It was still very dark inside, with the only light source being whatever sunlight could trickle through the elevator door opening. Still, I found things in the hidden pockets of the elevator walls, including a white pencil, a tiny black purse (trapezoidal, rigid strap, glossy surface), and some various other small items. I made a second "final" trip back into the car, and I happened to find three sets of gold-color-wrapped chocolate (looked like miniature plates of gold bars) in the largest pockets of the elevator walls.

I moved back out into the sunlit level, and with the elevator off my mind, I noticed that we had entered a museum with white marble floors enhanced by white lighting from the sunlight filtered through the frosted ceiling windows. At the center of the floor stood three vases, each approximately four feet tall, with a marble texture (or possibly granite). Each had a distinct color - dark red, dark orange, and dark green. Then Uncle Ed passed by. He probably had some authority over this museum, or if not the museum, at least those three artifacts.]]> Mon, 14 Nov 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#amber Fri, 14 Oct 2005 20:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#agate Sat, 24 Sep 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#alexandrite Sat, 20 Aug 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#yucca
Two students of at least upper high school age stood with beakers in a nuclear lab that somehow looked like an ordinary classroom chemistry lab. The lab was a room within a room, a large portion of the corner sectioned off from the larger classroom with walls covered in closed Venetian blinds. Meanwhile, two distinguished professors spoke to students in the larger, well-lit part of the room. Things were being sent down the drain from the lab straight to Monterey Bay, where a light brown haired boy stood wading in water to his knees. He held the end of a long hose, presumably coming all the way from the lab, with a football-sized yellow sponge blocking the end of the hose for the purpose of filtering. The guy momentarily detached the sponge and took out a tennis ball. Things like this, he explained, were the reason he was doing this. Suddenly at the lab, a hazardous accident was occurring. At that point, I saw a news report showing the pictures of the two distinguished professors and a mention of the names of the twin labs - something along the lines of Skurge and Skyge.]]> Thu, 18 Aug 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#willow
There was a dog who disliked oranges and a cat who I can't remember anything about. The only thing I remember is that a woman standing in a kitchen could see them right outside running along the dirt road in the vast, dry grassy field. These animals were competition animals, until very recently anyway.

Three of us kept low among the somewhat rocky desert landscape under the cover of the dark blue evening sky. We made stop-and-run dashes from behind one mound of sand-colored rocks to the next, towards a lone house just ahead of us. During one of our abrupt stops behind a mound, I gazed up at the sky and remarked excitedly that I saw two full moons and two unusually bright stars that looked like daytime suns dimmed down heavily for the evening. I said a never mind when I spotted a fifth celestial body, but I don't remember what it was. One us pushed open the door slowly, and we felt surprised that it wasn't locked. The girl and the third person (don't remember the gender) hid in the living room among the white couches. I, on the other hand, dashed across the entrance of the hallway connecting to the living room to avoid being seen. A voice came from the other end of the hallway, but the person wasn't aware of our presence. I walked into the kitchen, parallel to the hallway, but I made an rapid 180 degree turn when I thought I heard footsteps heading for the kitchen. I made another rapid 180 degree turn from the hallway view when I saw a shadow moving down the hallway towards the living room. I hastily chose the kitchen closet (pantry?) as a hiding place, but I began to panic when I realized that the door wouldn't close all the way. I was making to much noise and decided to hold the door in place the moment I heard her step into the living room. She had discovered the other two in the living room, and they were now conversing with no tone of hostility whatsoever. Still, I remained standing in the closet. A light bulb in the closet was on, and it lit scattered words scribbled in blue and black ballpoint pen ink on the inside of the white closet door. There were names of people, phone numbers, notes... They were all relevant to Dhahran. I opened the door and walked out to join the three in the living room. The woman didn't seem surprised to see me at all. She was an Asian American woman from the Dhahran community. And she spoke to us about our fear of a man stalking us for hostile purposes.]]> Wed, 17 Aug 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#voila Wed, 10 Aug 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#tulip Mon, 8 Aug 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#sunflower
There was a mention of a show about beautiful people by a female television show host, and then I saw an image of three people from Stevenson. Then I walked by Melissa Mewborn sitting on an indoor bench, while Andrew Lawrence passed by and walked towards the exit doors.

A boy and a teacher both said that they were Jewish, and then started eating this tree-log-sized cylindrical food floating in the water, just off the rocky waterfront of a city.

Suddenly, there was an aerial view of the eastern part of San Francisco, sans all the buildings, trees, and roads. My dad told me that something was at Hyde Street.]]> Fri, 5 Aug 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#spruce Thu, 4 Aug 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#sequoia
Everyone of us students were cadets in a prep military school. Suddenly, I found myself in an armed helicopter pursuing a military truck chasing another across the desert sand. I radioed the second truck and offered to fire at the driver section of the first vehicle. I maneuvered the helicopter close to the first vehicle, and then I don't remember what happened. I only remember a news report mentioning an unidentified helicopter appearing and disappearing over a chase scene.

I sat in a classroom-sized room with rows of folding chairs set up in a semicircle around a slide projector and a person speaking. Beside me on the left was an Arabic-speaking companion of mine who I probably knew through my years in Dhahran. To the left of him was another companion of mine who only spoke English. Suddenly, Samir appeared, and I waved at him and motioned for him to sit with us. He motioned with his hands that he desired to sit where I was sitting - to the right of my Dhahran companion. So I reluctantly stood up and walked over to the left of my English-only-speaking friend and sat beside him.]]> Tue, 26 Jul 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#sage Tue, 19 Jul 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#saffron Sat, 16 Jul 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#poppy Mon, 4 Jul 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#petunia Sun, 3 Jul 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#oak Sun, 26 Jun 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#marigold
Then I was airborne with a team that included Otto and her mentor (a senior officer). The aircraft interior was a lot like that of a modern helicopter with both doors wide open for parachuting from the cabin, except that the cabin was wider than a helicopter's. The aircraft's body was a large, flat rectangular prism, with the flat sides being the upward and downward faces. In other words, it was shaped much like a book with its covers facing upward and downward, except that the aircraft was much more streamlined. In a row directly behind the two open side doors were two jump seats, with me strapped to the left seat and Otto strapped to the right seat.

Two senior officers, one being the dear mentor of Otto, used one high-tension metallic rope to lower themselves hundreds of feet down towards the city grounds below. Judging by the little (cumulus?) clouds that rapidly passed by beside our aircraft, we were a significant distance above the city.

The two senior officers were still lowering themselves far below when the rope's attachment to the helicopter-like ceiling began to crack off and break. The attachment was on my side of the ceiling, but I was so slow to react that I didn't have time to start reaching for the attachment. Otto began to plunge for the rope, screaming "no!" And the rope broke off before my eyes. Looking out my window, I saw the two men plummet to their deaths. And all I could remember from this point was that Otto was extremely upset.

At night on the ground, next to what was probably the headquarters of the police, I saw the blonde girl with an older man who seemed to be her long-lost father. She walked closely beside him, affectionately leaning on his shoulder for comfort as she walked. Otto spotted them, and she look very surprised to see her, as though she thought the blonde girl was supposed to be long dead. Otto secretly followed her. I secretly followed Otto. We walked down a wide carpeted hallway of the living quarters, which was basically a hallway of spacious bedrooms.

Otto disappeared into either another room or another hallway. I couldn't tell, but it was certainly a different direction than the blonde girl's. I found this fairly strange, considering that I thought Otto intended to follow the blonde girl. The blonde girl's father was nowhere in sight when I looked back towards the blonde girl's path. I followed the blonde girl into her room. She didn't look surprised to see me. She stood leaning on the wall near the area behind the door. My hand bumped into my belt as I walked around the open door, and she then said, "Just to let you know, I'm gay.". I then wondered if she timed her statement that way because she misinterpreted my touching my belt, which was completely innocent. Then she began to tell me what was bothering her, but I can't remember what she said because the dream ended.

Tablet PC drawing of scenes]]> Thu, 16 Jun 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#maple Thu, 9 Jun 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#magnolia Mon, 21 Mar 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#lotus
Suddenly, I found myself being chased by a man and many of his agents inside a complex of beige buildings that looked like belonged in a sunny, arid region. The agents were scattered across the complex, but the man who led this group found me and chased me up the outdoor stairs. The stairs led us to the top of one of the buildings, where there stood an entrance to a rollercoaster ride. I stopped my running short at a long table, where an employee sold tickets. It was a two-step process, and as I walked to the end of the table to wait for step 2, the man chasing me reached the beginning of the long table to wait for step 1. At this point, the employee excused himself and said that he'd be right back with more of the needed supplies to sell tickets. So there I stood by one end of the table, anxiously looking at the man by the other end of the table. He looked just as anxious to resume the chase. His hands pressed against the table, and his legs looked restless. He made a very short dash and stopped abruptly when I moved the same distance around to the opposite side of the short end of the table. He then made a short burst around to the other side of his short end of the table, and I reversed the same distance back to the other side of my short end of the table. Then he sprinted towards my side of the table at full speed, and I fled the table area and headed towards the waiting line of the rollercoaster ride.

Suddenly, I found myself running up a slope of an enormous pile of either garbage or junkyard junk. I stopped when I found that the man chasing me had been severely injured somehow. He lay upon the slope of the enormous pile, and while he still looked like he wanted to hurt me if he wasn't so distracted by his ill condition, he seemed to be wanting my help. When I approached him, he held up a set of diagrams and charts that displayed some supposedly medical information about his condition, but it looked more like a beige blueprint of a house with each room being a bar graph. I admitted that I didn't understand the "chart", and a passerby overheard me and offered to help decipher the map. She said that the chart showed that some parts of his body's bone structure were fine, but that most of the crucial areas had been broken. He would die soon. And soon after she mentioned that, the man lying down on the slope tried to do or say something, but he died before he could complete the task.

I found myself in a line in front of a table for an internship. The lady at the table reminded everyone to turn in a transcript.]]> Fri, 18 Mar 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#lily Thu, 17 Mar 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#lavender Tue, 1 Mar 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#laurel Mon, 28 Feb 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#jasmine Sun, 20 Feb 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#jacinta
I found myself in Antarctica, just a bit inland from the coast across the straight from South America's southern tip. I was with my parents, and we had been taking an around-the-world trip. However, at this point, we stood outside in the mild snowstorm in our thick Arctic outfits, discussing our shortage of supplies at this point in the trip, as well as how I would return to the Caribbean. I would either take the Pacific route to San Francisco and take a following rail trip across the United States towards the Gulf of Mexico, or the Atlantic route to New York and somehow take a trip south to the Caribbean. For some unknown reason, I could not directly sail to the Caribbean.]]> Thu, 17 Feb 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#ivy Mon, 7 Feb 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#iris
Later in the museum, a girl (not necessarily the same as the last one) and I in black mission outfits while suspended by cables from the museum ceiling. About five to ten feet below the ceiling was a glass layer that seemed to act as another ceiling below the main stone ceiling above. Below and through the glass, I could see the main entrance area (perhaps a lobby) of the museum. In the center of the marble floor stood a pedestal-like table, also made of marble. There was also a guard wandering by the pedestal-like table. The girl and I both held and moved devices around just above the surface of the glass below us, as though we were trying to find a suitable place to aim these weapons. These devices could cause a fire or an small explosion below the glass ceiling without harming the glass at all.

Suddenly, I was on the ground of this lobby, and was running further indoors into an another room that looked like a bank teller counter. The person behind the counter looked up and saw me, and he looked back down to phone security. Guards immediately came out from behind the counters, and I immediately ran the other direction and into a vault. The guards pinned me down just as I entered the vault, and I crashed down the ground.

Later, I sat inside a wooden lodge, and a woman sitting next to me whispered a warning about how the country had become a police state where people's rights no longer existed. Just moments after I had exited the lodge and walked a distance from the front door, I saw a government official in a suit walking up the few wooden stairs leading to the front door of the lodge. It was the same door through which I had just exited. The official's back faced me, so he didn't see me among the evergreen trees. As for the woman indoors, I had no idea whether she was still in there.

Suddenly, I found myself being chased up the hill by men in gray suits. I ran uphill to the left of the front face of the lodge, and I turned left into a parking lot further up the slope. When I looked downhill, I could see that the men were approaching me from lower on the slope. I entered a parked car, and as I did this, so did several other henchmen/agents...in sync. When I closed my car's door, so did they...in sync. It was as though they were waiting for my next move. Maybe they saw that I was trapped. I backed the car quickly out, with the tail turning right. The officials began backing their cars to turn in my direction to face me. As they continued to back their cars, I floored the gas petal and sped towards them, but right before nearing them, I swerved the car to the left so that the car spun 180 degrees and faced the opposite direction. I floored the gas petal again and made a sudden left turn at the other end of the parking lot. I turned into another aisle of the parking lot and swerved into a perfect parking position in an open parking spot. The cars behind me accidentally passed by me, with the men not expecting me to suddenly turn and park into the parking spot.

I don't remember what happens afterwards.]]> Sat, 5 Feb 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#hyacinth Sun, 30 Jan 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#ginger Sat, 29 Jan 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#fern
I heard a TV announcer advertise a new "Oz" movie remake, and he emphasized that it was in color in order to maintain the younger generation's interest in "The Wizard of Oz" legacy. He spoke of this as though the original movie was made entirely in black and white, (and it was certainly not).

On a 2-dimensional grid of spheres (on a plane much like a sheet of paper standing straight up on a surface) stood various tiny, sphere-sized people, who were all trying to build up these spheres like some sort of puzzle or game. To us, these spheres were half our size, but the dreamer's view of the whole event was as though these spheres and people were fingernail-sized. At the bottom of the 2D grid was red lava with plenty of movement. As one of the people on the life-sized puzzle, I did my part to try to solve the sphere puzzle. Suddenly, the lava became very unstable, and it burst upwards to engulf all the people and spheres. I dashed upwards and brought one person with me as I did.]]> Thu, 20 Jan 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#daisy Tue, 18 Jan 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#dahlia Mon, 10 Jan 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#daffodil Sun, 9 Jan 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#coralbell Fri, 7 Jan 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#coral Thu, 6 Jan 2005 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#cedar Fri, 31 Dec 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#camellia
All the U.S. state flags stood in a line before me, but then I noticed that all the flags were solid tan colored with no designs or patterns. Then someone beside me told me that one of the flags was not solid tan, but instead was in its original form, and that was Nevada's.]]> Sun, 19 Dec 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#birch Mon, 13 Dec 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#basil
Microsoft Paint drawing of furniture]]> Sat, 11 Dec 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#aurora
Oh, and I think that the girl with red hair might have been someone I know, but now I can't remember for sure who.

Microsoft Paint drawing of room

Edit: Eddie pointed out something very important that I overlooked. The white sunlight I saw in the dream would actually be more accurately described by mid-morning sunlight. The large contrast between the shadowy areas of the room and the brightly lit areas of the room, however, remains.]]> Thu, 9 Dec 2004 11:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#aspen Tue, 23 Nov 2004 11:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#anemone
I entered a classroom for my Physics 7B discussion, but the classroom was one from C.C.S. It had the wall of windows on one side and the chalkboard on the opposite side, while a third wall also had a chalkboard. The session had not begun yet, and I was one of the first several people to trickle into the classroom in the few minutes before the start of class. I did not recognize either the students or the T.A. I left the room before the session started, and I immediately saw my actual Physics 7B discussion T.A. walking from around the corner (from the right-side corner in my perspective) and down the hallway toward me. In another room nearby, we discussed the learning of Physics through homeworks, labs, and worksheets.]]> Sun, 21 Nov 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#alyssum
The airport terminal had a feeling of dark marble and dark stone to it. It seemed to have a rather nice, new design, the kind you'd see in a museum.

Suddenly, I found myself in a bedroom. Sharon was sitting on the bed by the wall, and I sat beside her and rested my head on her shoulder.]]> Sat, 20 Nov 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld3.html#acacia
I was in Hearst Field Annex on the left side (to the student's perspective) of a lab room, with a layout like that of D33 or D37. I was sitting at a table by the window, and Sharon was sitting beside me. We were in a CS class, and the class was reviewing recursion. (As far as I know, Sharon doesn't take CS. Or even if she does, I haven't taken a CS class with her before.)

I was in a lecture room that had a layout very similar to LeConte's lecture rooms. I was a bit late for some sort of review for a Physics 7 course. In the fourth or fifth to the last of the rows from the top, I sat with Karen and her roommates from Cal. (Karen and her roommates either aren't in Physics 7, or haven't taken it yet.)]]> Wed, 10 Nov 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#polaris Mon, 25 Oct 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#scorpius Sat, 23 Oct 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#virgo Mon, 18 Oct 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#littledipper
A team of men in their 20s to 30s stood around, scattered and waiting for something or someone. Many of the men had dark facial hair, but the short kind that has only been given one day to grow. A man with a similar facial appearance description returned to the team from somewhere else, and he furiously complained to the rest of the team about his recent discovery that they were not being paid for their mission. This quickly turned into an argument among the most powerful few people in the group, to the point where the leader drew a handgun and pointed it at the second-in-command man. Other handguns were immediately drawn by the others at each other, and the arguments grew louder and tenser until the leader fired the first shot. Shots were exchanged, and the head doctor on the team, who was with the other doctors in the hallway, pulled out a handgun unexpectedly and began firing at his companions in the hallway.

Suddenly, I was in a completely white mall with snowy winter sunlight falling through the large glass windows on the ceiling. The entire mall gave me the feeling of an ice theme. Instead of escalators, there were grooved, black moving walkways slanted at angles upwards, and these walkways had low ice ceilings (from walkways directly overhead). On one of the floors, tall, thin windows let some light in on the marble walls and marble floors. In the center of the large open area stood a line of nervous female and male senators dressed up in business suits. A couple of men walked down the line of senators and picked numerous of them from the line. They were being picked to involuntarily test some sort of fruit juices (especially orange juice) that were known to do terrible things to a person. Somehow, Karen and I ended up involuntarily testing the juices too. We were all strapped to dentist chairs, where each of us writhed as we were fed the juices. After only a few minutes, I somehow came out of my chair, went to the sales counter, and told them that I wanted to leave. The lady behind the counter agreed, but she immediately demanded a 15 dollar payment for leaving early. Later outside, I joined Karen, who came out later than me. When I asked her if she had been charged 15 dollars too, she said that she had been charged too. Seemingly out of nowhere, Julie Wu and her brother appeared, and we walked with them up a moving walkway as I talked about what the horrible juice testing that I had just experienced. They said that they had done the testing before too, and they agreed about the experience being horrible. Suddenly, I found myself walking into the front entrance of the mall from outside the mall. There were large, tall glass windows amidst white frames. Then there was a second wall, also white, where that led into the mall, and I entered.]]> Tue, 12 Oct 2004 12:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#bigdipper Fri, 8 Oct 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#leo Sun, 12 Sep 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#taurus Mon, 6 Sep 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#gemini Sun, 5 Sep 2004 12:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#auriga Wed, 14 Jul 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#centaurus
In my head, I was comparing the black Canon Powershot G5 with a silver Nikon Coolpix 4300. I had a strong preference toward the Canon because of instant shots and the sleek black look. (And in reality (outside the dream), I didn't actually know much about the Canon Powershot G5.)]]> Tue, 13 Jul 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#dorado
People were trying to hunt and capture an intellectual Big Brother Bear, and a female bear adversary was being led by two male humans in this hunt for the male bear. The second male human followed behind the other. The hunt moved on further into the forest, and the male bear hid behind a log, and they slowly closed in.

It was a dark night, and there was a grassy field by the road. There was a resistance to people who wanted to make kitchen products out of us people.

In a kitchen, by a refrigerator, a lady told me that she was made of salt and pepper shaker tops that were made of the tops of my and my sister's heads. I said, "Whatever", or something that showed that I no longer cared.]]> Wed, 7 Jul 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#andromeda Sat, 3 Jul 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#orion Thu, 1 Jul 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#pegasus Sun, 26 Jun 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#aquarius Thu, 24 Jun 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#chi Fri, 18 Jun 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#omega Thu, 17 Jun 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#psi Thu, 1 Apr 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#phi Sun, 28 Mar 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#upsilon Sat, 27 Mar 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#tau Mon, 16 Feb 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#sigma Thu, 12 Feb 2004 12:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#rho Tue, 10 Feb 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#pi Sat, 31 Jan 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#omicron Explanation: A comment the evening before that the movie Lost In Translation dampened one's will to live; thoughts afterwards about Gung Gung.]]> Wed, 28 Jan 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#xi Mon, 26 Jan 2004 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#nu Sat, 24 Jan 3000 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#mu Sat, 27 Dec 2003 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#lambda Sun, 21 Dec 2003 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#kappa Sat, 9 Aug 2003 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#iota
Computer Drawing]]> Fri, 8 Aug 2003 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#theta Thu, 7 Aug 2003 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#eta
Computer Drawing]]> Wed, 9 Jul 2003 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#zeta
I was in the bedroom hallway of a house. There was some commotion happening in the master bedroom. I'm guessing that it was an argument. Worried friends of the arguers were in the hallway, trying to mend the problem. I walked into another room. Karen was in there. So was Tania. She was relaxing and staring up at the ceiling on the higher bed of beds of different levels. They weren't bunks. The lower bunk was empty. For some reason, I knew that the lower bed of the two belonged to Bri. I queried where she was. I don't remember the answer. Suddenly I was in a different room, although I hadn't actually walked outside the room I was just in. Bri was there. It seemed that we spoke very little, but agreed to go somewhere. Suddenly, I was walking outside on dry grass area between people's backyards. There were a few people walking with me, and one of them was probably Bri. Karen might have been there too. But as we walked, everyone who was walking with me seemed to fade away without anybody noticing. I walked by a fence, and behind that fence were the highest seats of the California Memorial Stadium. A person in a smiling Cal bear suit in mostly yellow looked at me. A Cal football game was in play, and there were school spirit colors of (mostly) yellow and blue. Brass wind instruments were blaring out with joy. Distant cheers could be heard. They were distant because the upper seats were not entirely filled, so nobody near me was cheering. I continued my walk. Suddenly I found myself in what looked like the front of some grand hotel where the cars pull in. It had a parking garage feel, and there was a marquee above us covering the entire area from direct sunlight. A white lady who I found sort of attractive was in a black showgirl/Vegas costume greeting high-profile guests as they exited their black Cadillacs or black limos. Observing all of this from the other side of the road was me. I stood next to a glass elevator within an indoor area surrounded by glass windows. In that indoor area, inside of which I was not, was a metallic, carpeted boardwalk/walkway. It was angled slightly upsloping and turned after ten to fifteen feet at almost a right angle. There was a podium with a control panel at the first fork of the walkway. One walkway probably led to the Cal football game, although the entire hotel feel sure did not help me make that conclusion. The other walkway probably led to a pool surrounded by fake tropical trees on a level below ground level. When I turned around, the lady in the costume somehow got me to do her a favor by dressing up in her costume (even though I'm a guy) to give her a break. (Hey, now I'm possibly an involuntary cross-dresser. Yay...) Some people glanced at me with looks that gave a feeling of humiliation. But surprisingly, most people minded their own business. I found a poster showing the lady in the outfit. I told her I couldn't do this, and that she looked much better in the outfit. She refused. So I was stuck with the outfit. Upon seeing my reflection in a glass window, I saw that the outfit was now a blue outfit that Whistler's mother would wear, or maybe instead something from the late 1800's. (And I forgot the next segment of the dream.)]]> Sun, 6 Jul 2003 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#epsilon
Dream 2

Bri was running away. I didn't see it. I dreamt it. (dream within a dream) In my dream, there were images of her vehicle (I think a Jeep sort of vehicle) packed with luggage. It rode down the highway right after a bridge crossing and towards a downtown area (with no skyscrapers). There was no mention of why she was running away...just some faint words by her in the dream about the experiences of different kinds of people roaming within in the city by themselves. Tourists "rotated". Locals/others had something to do with a one-time thing? Those words made sense within the dream, at least. Within the downtown area, where the highway ended and became a broad major road (but with hardly any traffic at all), nighttime came. In that area there was no longer any image of the vehicle, and there was a beautifully lit museum. The museum looked yellowish on the outside because of the night lighting, but it was obvious that in daylight it was white stone. Its exterior design was based on that of the US Supreme Court, columns and all. The museum was on the right side of the main road, and there was a large lawn before the entrance of the museum. Bright lights, the same kind at night games at stadiums, lit up the lawn. So Bri disappeared, and the dream ended. So I used the information from the dream and found the area where the museum was. She was nowhere in sight. There was a saddening feeling. Then I saw an Asian girl walking onto the lit lawn of the museum. She did not see me. She walked up onto the platform on the lawn, sat down on a chair, and opened an instrument case. It was either a string instrument or a wind instrument. I walked onto the lawn, with her still not seeing me. Now I was facing her on the platform from afar as an audience. She was standing up behind a podium, and she began to play a little music. But the music faded out, and when I looked again, she was calling out and talking loudly as though there was a large, responsive audience. I began to cheer and scream as any enthusiastic audience would, and she then noticed me and responded to my response by smiling and screaming some more words. It was a lot like a spirit rally. I responded two more times, the third time with an attempt to do a high-pitched female scream that's often heard in an audience. My voice didn't crack, but the scream was weak and inaudible over a decent distance. Afterwards, we were in a conversation. I told her about Bri's running away and my trying to find her based on a dream. She offered her own response to the situation. I don't remember what she said, but it was comforting to be able to talk about it with someone. As night was getting ready to turn into a sun-dominated morning, we got ready to part and head our own ways. We walked around the outside of the museum, and suddenly I saw Bri, who didn't see either of us, walk right in front of us and into a large museum garage. We opened the upward sliding door, and there she was, hunched over and crouching in the back of the room. She looked very tired.

Tania drove us back in her white minivan. Although the interior, for unknown reasons, was that of a sedan. Anyway, I sat in the backseat. I don't remember where anyone else sat. Bri was still quiet and tired-looking. Tania commented on what Bri must have gone through. I queried about what the response at home from her parents would be. Tania said that they were still asleep. So they wouldn't have to know. There was a choice. We drove onward.

And then I woke up to Mommy calling my name.]]> Thu, 3 Jul 2003 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#gamma Wed, 2 Jul 2003 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#delta Sun, 22 Jun 2003 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#beta Sat, 21 Jun 2003 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld2.html#alpha Sun, 21 Jul 2002 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#25 Fri, 19 Jul 2002 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#24 Wed, 17 Jul 2002 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#23
In the next dream, I found myself in a small room, approximately 20 meters by 15 meters. There were two rows of people at opposite ends of the room, facing each other. Every person in the room held looks of determination and hostility. Among the people I saw was Jose Fernandez, pumped and ready for anything and ready to sprint. He was at my left, facing the opponents at the opposite side of the room. I realized that this was a dodgeball game, but it didn't look as though the game was going to be for leisure. The room had a dark, gloomy feel and look to it. The walls were cold, rusting metal with black rust and a bit of red rust as well. We all charged at each other at the exact same moment without any voice or whistle telling us to do so. Suddenly, I noticed that everyone was not or no longer a human anymore. Whether they were all humans to begin with or not, I do not know. Everyone was a dark-colored creature of some sort, probably not even real Earth-native ones, each having a special power. Most of the players, however, had powers related to spider abilities. I seemed to be away from the whole event; I was no longer a part of it. I saw a female in the vague form of a huge black widow (or something like it), paralyze an opponent and knock him over off the wall in a mess of spider web. I saw others devouring their opponents. I began to phase out of all of this though. I don't remember any details beyond this point, but I know for sure that it was a brutal game where opponents were tortured painfully throughout the game.]]> Mon, 15 Jul 2002 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#22
I drive an SUV slowly into a parking spot. There are other SUVs all over the parking lot, and there are people in all of them. It's hard to see the people, however, because of the translucent curtains. I immediately realize by the movement in the SUVs that every SUV had a guy and a girl inside, behind those curtains, making love with each other. The guy in the SUV in front of me presses his face near his curtain and glances at me for a moment. I look away immediately. Through my peripheral vision, I see that he has retreated back deep into the inside of his large SUV, and movement of the curtains resumes. I feel awkward being in this parking lot, having to see every SUV around me serving as a love motel room, while I am just waiting for someone or something to pick up. I don't really know what or who I'm waiting for, but I know that I'm supposed to wait in this place of the parking lot.

* * *

Tall water tank with enormous tank, with a hint of Star Wars, oddly, bursts on one side

Pure golden coins...shiny...pouring out in huge volume onto highway...looks like a highway in the East Bay...perhaps, Oakland?

Six lane freeway. Traffic caused. People dashing out of cars to grab their own share of coins.

I'm riding with a guy that I guess I'm supposed to know, but I don't really know him.

Convertible. Red? Black? I'm in the front passenger seat.

Guy stops the car because of the stopped cars. Jumps out of car. Says to stay in car. Runs out to see what's causing trouble. I get out of the car and follow him. We both see the money pouring out and the burst tank on the water tower. We don't seem to be interested in the money at all. We just seem anxious to get to our destination. I suggest to him to find an offramp and take the roads the rest of the way there. He doesn't seem to be listening, or establishing eye contact, but after a hesitated response, we decide to return to the car. I don't know if he has accepted my suggestion, but he seems to have some plan in mind, regardless of whether it's mine or not.

As we reach our car, he suddenly realizes that he has dropped his car keys somewhere back there while running towards the car. His keys had a very long string as a keychain, and it must've been caught somewhere back there among the bumper-to-bumper pileup.

He shouts out behind his back to me to stay in the car as he returns to the retrieve his keys.

Suddenly, the traffic has begun to move again. I can see some mass of black cars and vans, some with white roofs, at the front of the highway. They are some sort of police team. Then, the guy who was the driver our car returns with the keys, running. So much for our plan. The traffic is moving again.

* * *

Padme Amidala. She's lying sideways on a bed with a light, white bathrobe, but it's like a long, silk scarf that wrapped loosely around her body, hiding only her private areas. She's very exposed. The front is slightly open, but her breasts aren't revealed. A man that looks like Anakin comes. He looks lustfully at Amidala as he stands next to the bed she lies on. Amidala summons Anakin to approach her. Anakin gets nearer to her, and she slowly removes his garments. He stands there entirely nude, with his muscular body exposed. Suddenly, everything turns into 1950's style color cartoon, and it shows a frame showing Amidala extending her arm and out towards him with her hand reaching out, and her hand happens to cover his private area perfectly in this frame. Then it returns to non-cartoon mode, and Amidala seems to starting to have intercourse with Anakin. But wait, she stops. And Anakin confusedly watches as she continues the intercourse into an animal that seemed to appear from nowhere. It might've been a snake, but I wasn't sure. Amidala seemed to be close to having orgasms through this process, but each one failed, and she continued trying again. Anakin, still just as lustful for Amidala as ever, is confused and angered at this awkwardness of the situation. She seems to be doing this to the animal for a purpose, to carry out a task in a mission. If that's not odd enough for you, listen to this. Suddenly, a third person in the room appears and warns that mother of the creature was coming, and that it would be dangerously furious if it saw what was happening. Oh wait, the animal has never been moving. It's in some inactive state that's characteristic of the early stages of this animal's life. It's not a snake. The dream ends. I'm awaken.

*No, I did not watch Star Wars or any other movies recently.]]> Fri, 12 Jul 2002 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#21
See picture.]]> Thu, 11 Jul 2002 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#20 Tue, 2 Jul 2002 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#19 Fri, 21 Jun 2002 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#18 Wed, 19 Jun 2002 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#17 Tue, 18 Jun 2002 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#16 Mon, 17 Jun 2002 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#15 Thu, 5 Jul 2001 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#14 Wed, 2 May 2001 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#13 Mon, 30 Apr 2001 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#12 Sun, 4 Feb 2001 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#11 Tue, 14 Jan 2001 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#10 Fri, 18 Aug 2000 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#9 Sun, 2 Apr 2000 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#6 Sat, 1 Apr 2000 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#5 Fri, 22 Aug 1997 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#4 Wed, 1 Jan 1997 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#7 Mon, 2 Sep 1996 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#2 Tue, 1 Sep 1994 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#3 Tue, 2 Jan 1990 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#8 Mon, 1 Jan 1990 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html#1 Mon, 1 Aug 1985 00:00:00 -0800 http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~gordeon/dreamworld.html
I long contemplated whether to keep these private, but ultimately, I decided to make most of my dreams publicly available for my friends to see. These are still my dreams, and they hold high sentimental value to me, so please be respectful by not reproducing any of this anywhere else in any form without speaking to me first. Thanks, and please enjoy!

-Gordon Mei]]>