Political Griffin

Last night I dreamt about a flock of politically savvy griffins, who resided in the area around Kelvingrove art gallery & museum

This place.

The dream centered around one griffin in particular, who was trying to convince everyone that Obama wasn't a good person. He was trying to do it in a sneaky manner, slipping the occasional comment into random non-related conversations with other griffins, though most didn't take any notice, or really seem to care.

One griffin seemed incredibly disturbed by his covert hate speech, and was flailing around, declaring that nomatter what he said, they didn't reflect the feelings of the flock as a whole.

Somewhere along the line, the dream's scenery changed to look more 16-bit. The griffins became random, basic looking sprites in a dark city, that sort of looked like the first level in Streets of Rage. They were hunting for something, but I was awoken by my alarm before the dream could progress any further.


Thoughts and Observations:
... I really, really don't care for politics. I have no idea why I was dreaming about political griffins or why one of them hated Obama quite so much. XD

No, I don't hate or like him. I don't have an opinion of him one way or the other.

I'm not sure how I knew whether the griffins were male or female. I don't even remember what they look like, now. Weird Dream Stuff, I guess?

And yes, that's an old photograph I took around a year or so ago. It was just handy to show what the place looked like! XD

From the Notepad: #3

I haven't been ignoring this blog again. I just haven't been recalling any dreams, lately. So I think it's time to delve into my old notepad again. :)

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From 24th March, 2009.



I dreamt that I was staying at an aunt's, much like I did when I was a child. There was nothing particularly unusual that ocurred to me about the room I was in; it looked very much like it did when I was actually staying there: beige wallpaper, deep blue carpet, pine wardrobe in the corner; that sort of thing. My aunt, herself, was there, and handed me a strange looking hand-held gaming system.

It looked something like a glorified USB stick, with a screen, buttons and a little D-pad where the metal part would be. Though it was roughly the size of a Sega Game Gear.

Here's a little scribble of it, based on the one in my notes:

It had a lot of games built in. Most of them were things like Tetris, or assorted RPGs. Whilst cycling through the options, I found some sort of puzzle version of Wipeout. Rather than the usual, behind the vehicle angle, the game had a top-down view, and race courses were actually maps of various places, like the UK, Italy, Greenland.. things like that. They were kind of like big empty rooms, the distinct shape of the country was like the boundary of the gaming map. Gameplay involved racing around these maps at high speed, hunting for certain items and avoiding collisions with other vehicles.

It was very hard to control, your vehicle would constantly slide around as if on ice. After about 4 levels of this, it upped the difficulty by starting to throw more dangerous objects to avoid, like missiles and mines that would appear at random.

The dream eventually changed perspective, and I was now wandering through a very dark, woodland area. Strewn amongst the trees were old arcade cabinets in various states of decay. Though even at that, others were still functional, with screens lit up. There was also a bubbling swamp with skeletons in it for some reason or other.

I quickly realised I wasn't alone in this area, there were other people milling around that I don't know in real life. They were having a sort of gaming party. One of them came up to me and said I should play "Drawing on the DDR Machine".

Said machine was sitting amongst a hilly clearing in the wood, where the dark sky could be seen. It was a deep, deep purple, with a few stars twinkling. The landscape itself was pretty much a black silhouette, so I'm not entirely sure what most of it looked like. On the screen of the arcade cabinet was what looked like the Mii creation from the Wii console. The difference being that there were no face parts, just a blank oval that you were expected to draw a face on, yourself.

Apparently I managed to make lots of mistakes whilst attempting this task, and whenever I did, I was doing that "ctrl+Z" thing that us digital artists tend to do almost on auto pilot, haha. Of course, every time I tried, I realised that there was no keyboard present on the cabinet, and had to press a non-descript button instead.

The dream then changed to me being back in my aunt's room, and I was arguing with a friend over Halo. Apparently I was vehement that it was a terrible game, and he kept retaliating by saying I was taking "shotties".

I woke up after that.

Thoughts and Observations:

A very video gamey dream! ... A very... silly... video gamey dream. :D
I must have been playing them a lot around then, I guess.

I'm sure that strange handheld probably IS a dream-mangled version of my Game Gear. I used to play it all the time at my aunt's, until a cousin broke it, anyway. Fond memories.

I really don't hate Halo quite that much. Sure, I don't think it's the best example of an FPS, but I wouldn't call it an insult to gaming quite like I was in this dream! *laughs* Personally, I prefer Borderlands. :D

Hmm. I guess I don't have much to say, past this was quite entertaining to read over as I was typing. And hurrah for the random scribble in my notes. I should do that more often; it might make things a bit easier to understand when I'm typing stuff up. It would be better than me trying to describe something ridiculous, when my brain is still half asleep and the word 'sandwich' is too big for it. XD

More Castles, Other Stuff, Too

I dreamt about going to a shop in some beach-side town. I think it was some sort of dream-warped mix of Blackpool and the isle of Arran. It was night time, again. There was something about a ladies' toilet that sat next to the beach. I remember it being a rectangular, grey, pretty boring building to look at. There were people milling around just outside of it, speaking about a new craze called Toilet in a Can.

Yes, it pretty much was what you're likely thinking.

It even boasted 'sound proofed material to disguise any unfortunate sounds'.

Thankfully I wasn't interested in acquiring or using such a silly product, but I was, as stated at the beginning, heading to a shop with purchasing in mind.

There were a row of buildings just opposite of the beach, with an empty road seperating the two. They seemed to be two-story buildings, with outdoor stairways leading to the upper floors. Shops always seemed to be on the second floor, so I had to climb up and head on in. The inside of the shop seemed to be uphill, everything was sloping upward from where I entered. It was notably dark inside, too. Lights were on, but the floor was painted black, and the shelves had lots of dark coloured items strewn about them. They were also very close together, so moving was a bit of a squeeze.

I got to the counter of the building, and apparently I was wanting to buy some Magic: The Gathering cards. But instead ended up with some small packets of stickers. I knew this was the wrong item, but I felt unwilling to challenge the shopkeeper about it, and just went on my way, opening the packet. The stickers contained simple line art of creatures and buildings.

I don't recall any specific details about them past that, however. When I left the shop, the location had completely changed. I was now just leaving the main gates of a huge castle, that was made of brickwork that looked like it had been scorched in a fire recently. Very blackened. Apparently I was part of some kind of team who were scouting the local area for signs of impending disasters, though I don't remember anything about the other people who were part of it.

The castle seemed to be bang smack right in the middle of an old town, with cobbled streets and Victorian styled buildings. It seemed to be entirely downhill, too. I remember a lot of roof jumping and scouting the place from the air, but the exact details are lost to me, now. I mainly remember that there was a huge storm heading castle-ward and it was going to bring a large flood with it.

Almost right on cue, there was a wall of water rushing up the hill toward the castle. There was no way to stop it, and it completely flooded the lower floors of the building. Though just as quickly as it had appeared, the water receded, leaving behind a large pile of mud or silt, that people would start digging through to look for treasure.

The dream then became very abstract and involved riding around a neon city on a suspended roller coaster, trying to grab rectangular lights along the way, like it was a sort of video game challenge.

I woke up to my alarm shortly after that.

Thoughts and Observations:

Oh look, another castle. I'm not normally someone who believes in the whole 'hidden meanings' thing with dreams, but sometimes, when I get recurring themes like this, it does make me wonder a little. Only a little, though. Most of it is just me going 'come on, brain, come up with something new'. *laughs*

Toilet In a Can!™
Yet another of my brain's idiotic inventions that hopefully will never see the light of day. Seriously. If you're one of the two or three people who read this blog, do me a favour and never patent this idea. XD

Unless it's already been invented. D:

The neon city roller coaster ride was fun. I wish my dream had spent more time on that and less observing beach-side toilets and how to 'improve' on them...

Helter Skelter of Blood

Last night I dreamt about a man trying to escape the ravages of sea. It was night time, and everything looked mostly black and difficult to make out. He was struggling amidst highly choppy water, when he came across a large chain that was apparently being held by another man, who looked older and had a huge, wirey beard.


He grabbed onto the chain, which began to move backwards toward another piece of chain that was somewhere in the distance. There was a lot of shouting between the two men. I don't think they were angry, just trying to hear each other over the sound of the water, though personally I don't remember hearing any watery sounds.

The closer it got to the other chain, the clearer it appeared to be being wound around a spire or something. The older man was, for whatever reason, unable to get away from the impending doom of being wound up with the chain, and got rather graphically crushed. Blood everywhere.

He seemed to still be alive, though, and told the other man he had to slide down to escape.

Apparently the sea had become a helter skelter, who's chute had a river of blood running all the way down it. The man had no choice but to slide down. For some reason, the chains were now trying to hit him as he slid down, slamming into the ride, but he managed to avoid them. He saw the other man again someway down and grabbed onto his leg, to try and get him out of the chain. All that really happened was that he snapped the leg off and continued with his descent.

I woke up there to the sound of my mobile phone demanding battery assistance. *laughs*

Thoughts and Observations:

Well. It seems my brain was in a gory mood for whatever reasons last night. Although the mental image of a guy sliding down a helter skelter of death with a severed leg in his hand is oddly amusing in its own, creepy way. XD

I'll be filing this under nightmare. As silly as it all was, it was mildly disturbing at the time.

Wolf and Face

I dreamt about watching a wolf battling against a giant faced monster in my street. I don't remember many of the details about what either looked like, past the giant faced monster was green, with thick lips and a big nose. It was night time, and the tarmac of the road was glistening wet. Though it wasn't raining at this particular moment.

The wolf and the monster were circling each other, occasionally making false charges, perhaps to try and startle the other. They also seemed to be shouting at one other, but I can't remember anything that was said between them.

Suddenly the wolf ran off, and into the park that sits across from me. It's pitch black in there, not even streetlights seemed to be able to show what was there. The monster was still shouting at this point, but the wolf was ignoring it, instead coming back into view after a while with long streams of little multi-coloured lights in its mouth. It started climbing trees and placing the lights along branches, making everything in the park more visible. It looked kind of Christmassy.

I woke up to the sound of the door being knocked around then.

Thoughts and Observations:

Do I have Christmas on the brain or something? o_O

The wolf kind of makes me think of Okami. Don't recall if it was white or not, though. *laughs*

Short

I don't remember much about last night's dreams. Only that I was sitting in the livingroom, and discussing with a couple of random dream characters about downloading an old version of my dream journal.

There was something about comparing street names, too.

Huh.

Giant Jaw, Mirror House & Leg Locker Technology

Despite only getting a short sleep due to the weather, it seems my brain was rife with strange and stupid ideas last night!

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I dreamt that my lower jaw bone had ballooned in size, and had grown large, pointed teeth. Looking in the bathroom mirror, it looked like the typical jaw you would see on an ogre or something, only with lots of bone showing instead of big fat lips. It was like the skin had just broken to allow the bones to grow freely.

The sensation was that it had gotten very heavy, and sort of loose. Like I could just shake my head and it would swing freely. I remember being worried about stabbing the roof of my mouth every time I tried to chew or merely talk.

At some point I was lying in my bed, pretending to be asleep. My upper jaw and nose had now joined the lower in growing out of the skin and was sort of looking like my face was becoming a fox skull or something. My breathing at that point sounded like a snarl or snore, even though I wasn't intending it so. I forget why, in the dream, I was pretending to sleep.

I think I briefly woke up for real around this point, but quickly fell back asleep. The dream scenario, now, was some kind of large house or castle, who's walls were entirely made of a reflective, mirror like substance. There was no ceiling, the sky was blue, and letting lots of sunlight in. The ground, I recall, was a bright, sandy colour. I was there with a friend, and we were trying to get through the building as if it were a sort of puzzle level in a video game.

The puzzle we were looking at at this time, was of an upward sloping hill, where large blocks would randomly slide down and try to knock you back down to the bottom again. Apparently we had been trying and failing to scale this slope for some time, as my friend seemed quite frustrated by it.

We tried again, bolting for the top of the slope, and as predicted, the blocks started sliding down where we were. We got knocked back down, but just tried again and again. Eventually I noticed these dark blue lines along the ground, and, on a hunch, ran along one. The blocks wouldn't slide down an area with the blue line, so I scaled to the top and told my friend how to get there, too.

On the other side of the slope, there was a sheer drop, and a platform way in the distance with no obvious way to cross to it. My friend quickly figured it out, however, and pointed out that there were platforms that we could jump to. But the catch was that they only appeared in the reflections on the walls, so we had to judge from that where they were.

It didn't take long before we misjudged and fell down the pit. Instead of doom, though, it seemed to lead to an under water library made up of lots of connected, small rooms. There were, as expected, lots of shelves lining the walls. In the gaps where there weren't any, there were drawings stapled to the wall, that looked like they were drawn by very young children. They seemed mostly military related, with tanks and bomber aircrafts being prominant. There were also giant bottles of Irn Bru floating around... Uhh...

We swam through the library, my friend taking it upon himself to topple every set of shelves he came across, both because it was 'his duty', and because we were apparently now looking for square cloths hidden behind them that were white with a red criss-cross pattern on them. I think we found one, before the dream drastically changed.

Now I was watching some sort of news documentary about a new technology to slow down criminals escaping from a crime. Apparently police were now equipped with a sort of stun gun that caused people's legs to lock up, preventing them from running. There was a demonstration on the screen, of a man stealing a woman's bag and trying to escape, only for his legs to lock with a 'crick' sound, and him to fall over and be apprehended. I remember the man was black, and someone off screen called the show racist.

There was supposedly going to be a large debate after the show about the ethical implications of such technology, but I had lost interest in the television and was talking to family about the dreams I had just had, describing the mirror house and the bizarre giant jaw problem.

I woke up for real shortly after this...

Thoughts and Observations:

The giant jaw was entirely strange, and somewhat disconcerting. Oddly I wasn't very scared during the ordeal, just... kind of weirded out by it...

Another giant building! Not as interesting as the last, and I have to admit, it kind of reminds me of Rayman 3. Apart from the Irn Bru, of course. I have no explanations for that... XD

Leg Locker Technology™. I have no idea how that would even work, never mind how feasible it would be. I'm not sure where my brain was going with that one...

Describing dreams within a dream is something that has happened a few times, recently, actually. It's... kind of annoying. My brain should at least wait until I'm awake before going through the 'how did my dream go, again...' rigmarole. XD

New House & The Castle

Goodness, I haven't updated this in a long time. I really should get back into the habit!

It has been quite a few hours now since I awoke, but I'll put down what I can remember from last night's dream...

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I was looking for a new house, and was wandering around a part of the city center of Glasgow with my mother. It was near Scotland Street School, though some of the details were out of place: there were a lot more motorway fly-overs than what there are in real life, and the school itself had ballooned into an absolutely huge, black castle, though still retained much of Rennie Mackintosh's influences in design. Also, the area where the car park should be across the road from the school was a huge large yard.

As fate would have it, that was also where my new house was. Right on top of one of the piles.


I'm not sure how I got up to it, but I was suddenly viewing the inside of the house. It was rectangular, and not very big. There were no rooms inside, though the ground had a red carpet stretching from corner to corner. I can't remember if there were any windows or not. The person who was showing me the house told be I would have to build the walls myself to separate it into rooms.

Against all better judgement, I decided to accept the house, and set about furnishing it.

Suddenly the house now has a distinct livingroom. with some arm chairs and a fireplace at the far end. There are still no rooms, though. I guess I was planning on doing that later?

I start getting a bit worried about how I'm going to pay the rent for this house, as well as a niggling feeling that I'm putting too much things at one end. No sooner had that worry been planted in my mind than the house jerked, and began sliding down the pile of junk and out onto the road. I got an outside view of the building as this happened, and, for what ever reasons, the house had a large tarp thrown over it, that was flailing around as it slid down and out of the junkyard.

The dream then changed to me wandering alongside the school/castle and talking to someone. I'm not sure who it was, but my mind interpreted it to be a person who I know on the internet. The street by this point had drastically changed, too. The road was about one lane wide, and across from us was, instead of the junkyard, another tall part of the castle. It grew into an arc high in the air, which bent toward a central building somewhere ahead of us, giving the it a sort of spidery look. There were black, Victorian stylized railings lining the parts along the ground, keeping us from getting close enough to the castle walls to touch it.

I wasn't entirely bothered by the presence of the huge building at this time, more worried about the rent for my now-escaping-down-the-road-in-the-opposite-direction house. I had absolutely no way to pay it, but my internet friend said not to worry, and that we should just go shopping instead to take my mind off it. Seeing no alternative, I agreed.

We'd apparently walked toward the center part of the large castle, now. It was situated in a large public square, with people milling about. The edges of the square were lined with a fortress-like wall, though there were various openings that people could go through to come and go as they pleased. I noticed around this point that the ground was covered in snow, and it suddenly felt that it was near Christmas. I went to mention this to my internet friend, but they had wandered off without telling me, and I was left to try and figure out where they could have gone.

I decided to go through one of the openings at the edge of the square, which I quickly regretted, as the other side was a small platform with a sheer drop. I managed to stop myself from slipping and falling down by grabbing onto the wall. Looking out, I could see a 'lower level' to the city, with streets lined with decorations and a large Christmas tree somewhere in the distance. It was snowing, and looked very picturesque. Though I was more concerned with not falling to my doom to really enjoy it, heh.

The dream then changed completely, and I was viewing a 'rebirth' of the old Fleetway Sonic the Comic. It apparently centered around a story with the characters meeting the Nameless Zone foxes. Morain and Errol Blackthorn were there, as well as some other fox with a giant, spherical nose. Apparently nobody liked the character, but he was kept because the author liked him.

For whatever reason, characters randomly died then came back to life. Each time they were vanquished, they would turn into brown M&Ms. The last one to suffer this fate in the "issue" was Tails, ending on a 'to be continued'. The next story was supposedly going to center on memories of Sonic the Hedgehog's early days with Tails ( which mostly involved Sonic bragging about how many times he had relieved himself outside and not gotten caught *laughs* ).

I woke up around there.

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Thoughts and Observations:

Though I haven't been updating this blog for a while ( I am ashamed, don't you worry! ), one theme that has been resurfacing time and again lately has been impossibly tall castles. I'm not sure where it stemmed from, really. I quite like it, though. Masonry fascinates me, and I guess my imagination finally got the memo about it. :D

I have been considering relocating to my own house quite a lot the past few months. Let's hope that, if it does happen, it doesn't do so quite like this dream. I'll be sure to steer clear of junkyards. XD

... yeah, I don't really have anything to say about that last part except WTF. XD