My Dream Log Options

Ive started writing down the dreams I remembered over the past couple of months. I have a few odd ones here.

Dream 1:

Started off I was walking through some ancient catacombs with my uncle and brother. The catacombs were like like Newgrange only way bigger and they were under Dublin city. As I was walking through the caves I ran into Bam Margera from Jackass. I was telling him he was the man and telling him stunts he should do in the next Jackass. After a while we got to a room where everyone was gathered around and there was a wrestler from WWF in there talking shit to me. I was talking all sorts of shit back to him and
we decided to settle it over a fight. My brother was telling me I was going to get the shit beaten out of me and I said theres
only one way to find out. I fought the wrestler and to my surprise I won.

After a while the theme switched and there were a bunch of satanic cultists killing people. The scenery switched to a hospital
and I was chasing one of the cultists to get the key out of the catacombs off him.

Dream 2:

I regressed back to when I was about 15 in this one. I was joyriding in my mothers car around the rugby pitch of a school in Dublin with a friend. There were people playing rugby at the time and I was throwing campari sweets and the window and shouting "Ho ho ho". After a while I was sitting at the edge of the pitch with my ma and I wanted to leave because I didnt want her finding out I was joyriding with her car. She told me to go get the car for her and on the way I got lost and ended up in the school building. There were 3 nuns in there. 2 of the nuns didnt know I was joyriding but for some reason they didnt want me to leave and the other nun knew I was joyriding but she was directing me out of the building so I followed her. Once I got out the nun told my mother what happened and my ma says "Your a sick child Mick". That made me angry. The nun was still complaining so I said "Get the f%*! out of here bitch".

09/10/06

Dream 1:

I was kayaking in some sort of lagoon with cliffs and valleys all around. It was about 3 in the morning and I started heading
back to the dock to tie the both. The dock was just a stone ledge in a little valley at the edge of the lake. On boat to get
to the dock there was a big cave you had to pass by which was just to the left of the dock. On my way I noticed a big cat walking
around inside the cave. After a few seconds I noticed it was a cougar or a mountain lion. The cougar looked angry so I decided
not to go back to the dock considering the cave was right beside it. The only thing seperating the dock from where the cave
was was a little brick wall and a metal ladder. After a few seconds I remembered that I had been walking in and out of the
cave for days and hearing the cougar growl but I never considered there was a cougar in there. I considered myself lucky I
hadnt been mauled all those times I walked into the cave.

After a while I came to the conclusion that being mauled by a cougar wasnt all that life threatening so I went back to the
dock again and decided to go into the cave to have a look for the cougar but it was gone. I tied the kayak and went back to the house but noticed my friend was missing. I figured he got mauled by the cougar so I went to the cave looking for him but all of a sudden the cave turned into a huge factory.

21/10/06

Only remember the end of this one because it woke me up. All I remember is coming to the conclusion that I was possessed by
the devil by analysing the way I talk or think. I got a bit of a fright when I realized it and started to wake up and kept
hearing a womans voice calling my name up until I was fully awake.

04/12/06

I was on a street corner in some town in Jamaica. I was talking to some Jamaican who said he was from Kingston. Not long
after about 3 other Jamaicans from Kingston came up to us and started asking questions. I knew straight away they were dodgy
bastards. They were asking the Jamaican were he was from and he replied "Kingston". Then one of them pulled out a gun and
says "Oh yeah?" and blew his brains out all over the wall. I made my run for it and I could hear them shouting "Stop Jake
stop". Luckily I got away.

Dream2:

I was sitting on some steps and I was with a bunch of lads from the oil drilling course I took. For some reason one of them
got real pissed off with me because I wouldnt get outta the way to let someone sweep the steps. He went ballistic and wanted
to fight me. I didnt want to fight but a friend was telling me "Go fight him, you have to" so I walked up to him and then
some guy grabbed me from behind and held my arms so the other guy could get some free punches in. I pulled myself outta the
lock and proceeded to beat the crap outta the guy that grabbed me from behind. I gave him a headbutt and thats when I woke
up.

Dream3:

It was as if I was watching a movie of some weird family in the middle of the sea. They all had boats and jetski's. Pretty
soon I was participating and I was trying to steal a jetski because I was scared of giant octopuses that I could see
underneath me.

06/12/06

My mother had gone insane and become a serial killer claiming that she had a message from god to kill demons. At the time I
kept thinking of the film Frailty. We have proof she killed a bunch of different people around Dublin but none
of us said anything about it. I was still wondering whether she had gone mad or whether she really did have a mission from god.

After a while I went with the latter so I didnt question her motives. I asked her if she could tell me if I was a demon or not.
The test was if she touched me and my head started to mutate I was a demon. We were in the bathroom and somehow I pulled my head off and passed it to her. Straight away my head mutated and decayed. It was a disgusting site looked like the head of a rotting corpse. It turned yellowish green and decayed. She passed it back to me and I thought it was pretty cool looking. I decided
to put it back on my shoulders but I couldnt. The head was attached from the spine and I kept trying to twist it back on but
it wouldnt work. Regardless of the fact I was headless I thought the situation was pretty funny. My older brother walked into the room and I cracked a joke which at the time I found hilarious. I said "What do you think of my new look and showed him my decayed rotting head. He started laughing his ass off too.

I remember being a bit depressed that my head was mutilated but after a while I looked in the mirror and was relieved to see
I had my normal face back again. I went outside and went up to the window of an apartment building with my younger. We knew there were white supremacists living in there so we spray painted "Nazi bastards and Hitler lovers" on the outside of the building.
I decided break into the appartment so I put my fist through the window. It broke with ease. There were to layers though so I
broke the second one with my elbow. I walked in and saw a handbag on the table. I took the handbag and walked out again. At this point I jumped in the air and flew up off the ground. My brother did the same. I had forgotten the nazi situation and my brother
was giving me a hard time for stealing the handbag. I justified it by telling him it was just a dream. I didnt really know it
was a dream but I had my suspicions. After a while we landed and I observed myself from the outside. I had a duck mobile and I
had turned into a duck. I looked pretty cool all the same.

Dream 2:
I vaguely remember being in the back of a police car and there was a fat black lad beside me. There was a black police man in
front and he stopped to get some donuts. The fat black guy got in front and started the engine. We drove down the street and
he went into a record shop to make a phone call. I followed him in and went to the counter. There was a man and a woman at the
counter they were speaking Spanish. I pretended I knew what they were saying and acted like I was following the conversation.
The fat black guy was speaking Spanish on the phone too. Then the woman asked me something in Spanish. I said what I thought
meant I dont speak Spanish in Spanish. It was something like "No como estas Espanol".

The other guy said "You dont speak English, you dont speak Spanish, you dont speak French. What do you speak?" I was pissed off
and told him I speak English better than the queen of England. I told him I was Irish and he broke out into a fit of laughter.
I couldnt see anything else to do than to laugh my ass of myself.

I have way more older ones im still trying to remember where I saved them though.

This post has been edited by Xochipilli: Dec 6 2006, 08:16 PM

Yeah thats the one. It gets wider at the ends. It was made of red flowers in the middle of the flower bed. Means absolutely nothing to me. All I knew was that the nazi's used it.