Dream Logic Not Real Logic!

I had some spare time at work, so I was filling out some blue forms.  My location then changed from work to the beach (or some outside place).

A sub theme was Dana Scully (X-files) being diagnosed with something (cancer was implied).

As I was filling on my forms on the beach, Fox Mulder cast a shadow over me.  Without looking up, I greeted him.  He said I’d sent for him.  I had – on Scully’s behalf.

We then hooked up with Scully and there was lots of close banter between the two. I was wishing I was that close to Sculls.

We crossed a yard diagonally, under a hills hoist and into a house consisting of two rooms.

An old lady had been mysteriously killed.  She was found dead on her bed and her bedroom door was locked.

Scully said she was tired and went to lay down on said bed.

Mulder and I (and someone else), decided we would also set up shop.  I picked up a banjo/guitar thing and bashed out some bad tunes.  Mulder said he was bored already so I put the instrument back on its rack.  I then played on a drum kit like it was a set of bongos for about 30 seconds.

Next, someone (it wound up being Mulder) was bashing loudly on the main door which as now locked.  The bashing vibrated the door so much that it opened.  This roused Scully who sleepily asked what was happening.

That solved the mystery of how the old lady had been killed when her door was locked – her drum playing had enraged someone to bash down her door and strangle her.

Dream logically yeah.  Real logic no!  The locked door was the bedroom door, not the main door.  There were no strangle marks on the lady.  How did Mulder get outside.  Why was it the drum playing that drove someone to kill?

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Busted phones and being caught by the Galactic Police

Dream 1

I had wrapped a hair tie around the top of my mobile phone. After the hair tie was removed (maybe months later), the screen was frosted where the tie had been. Scratching the glass resulted in spider cracks on the screen. A bit of frosting on the left side of the screen did not result in cracks when rubbed. I remembered thinking this should be covered under warranty as the pone was not old and a hair tie should not damage the screen.

Dream 2

I was a member of an outlaw start ship crew and we’d finally been caught by the Galactic Authorities. They put a chip in the back of my skull as I was getting a suspended sentence that also stopped me from accessing data for six months. The chip first accesses the Internet and I could see everything as if it was in a head up display prior to my access being blocked. I was thinking that was not a good way to block me as I got right into hacking the connection open, at which point, I’d have unrestricted access to EVERYTHING.

My Own Take on Aliens?

Lots of varied and interesting dreams recently. Also lots where I do reality checks like rereading text. Recall of recent dreams is poor.

Dark. Being chased by xenomorph’s. I am the only one left. There is a dropship I need to get into. The cockpit is accessed via a flip canopy like a fighter jet. I run outside and jump onto the roof and manage to get inside. Somehow I know how to fly it. I take off and climb at a steep angle back to the mothership.

Once there I wonder how to get in. I position my ship under the airlock and find an appropriate switch on the touch panel to open the outer hatch.

I OMS myself up. Once in the docking bay the dropship is just floating. Rather than land on the inner hatch, I manage to get hooked to the correct dohicky (gimbal perhaps?)

Now I am out of the dropship and settling into the mothership, I’m expecting a xenomorph to appear. None do.

Some fuzzy details and now the ship is on autopilot back to earth.

More fuzzy details.

The cockpit has detached. I’m on earth and flying along the cable system to the companies headquarters. Once there i’m reporting in but the guy at the reception desk Has no record of my trip. He waves an almost blank A4 sheet of lined paper at me to show me.

I explained/complain the same thing happened when I came out of a 50 year hyper sleep. Reception has trees in pots and was pretty small.

Hell, Aliens and Art

There was a car on pillars as some art installation or memorial.

If you opened the doors, it was literally hell inside. Four spirits were trying to get inside as outside (to them, it was “fucking freezing”).

One of the spirits was trying to fire (<illegible) one of the dream characters to let them into the car.

A sub plot about alien occupation and subterfuge was also present.

23/12/2014 Space expedition and then back on Earth

Dream 1

Space expedition. Cave with fungus that would turn people into Camembert. Turned one of the group’s wives into cheese a then it showed the hubby a hologram of the wife’s life and encouraged him to kill the rest of the crew so the cheese fungus could live.  Quite a long involved dream with the fungus tempting the hubby persistently.

Dream 2

Classroom/café in an Albert Street Primary School room. Liz was there. I was making eyes at her, but not talking. Morphed into a dark house with a fireplace and Jodie Brien telling me Liz R has married again and I say I did not know she’d married previously.

09/12/2014 “Falling Skies” but no crappy aliens

Took place in the Falling Skies universe, though no aliens.

In jungle. Mutiny. Main character eaten and skeleton put up on display.

Later, main character back. I commented that “didn’t you get eaten” and also that maybe the script writers deleted what ever happened last episode.

Next why were the street lights on if there was no power? Helicopter, fast car entering garage. Ziggurat like base, flying car (shown below).

20141209 flying car - dream

Awarded to bravery, genetics and fighting dinosaurs in coins. One female perked up at my good genetics and we wound up snogging. Then I woke.

More Falling Skies stuff with same unknown female (when fell back to sleep). Then morphed into the new Battlestar Gallactica where the hot blondes are killing each other (and also not looking identical).

I drank some orange juice after filling my glass telepathically/telekinetically (yes both) from across the room.