Duff Dreams

This is a place for me to journal and chronicle my dreams. My goal is to wake up each morning and write a post about the things I dream of the night prior. I'm doing this and sharing with the public in order to improve my memory in these matters, and I figured it'd be fun to let any readers I pick up follow along. My eventual goal is to use this blog to help me reach a point where I can attain lucid dreaming, and control my dreams each night.

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Dream Journal - 8/28/2014

The first part had a zombie apocalypse on main street at Magic Kingdom, and it felt a lot like Killing Floor. I found a gun shop near Town Square Theater, but all the guns there were way too expensive (particularly the sniper rifle and its scope, which were separate for some reason). I stepped back outside and found a discarded pump action shotgun, already loaded with shells. I picked it up, fired once with a normal shell, and fired again only to find out it had bogus rounds in it, like confetti blaster and water-filled. The water shell actually burst on me in the pump’s magazine. I returned to the gun shop only to find the sniper rifle had been apprehended by a chubby bear, like full on “eats honey and shits in the woods” bear, but he could talk. I decided the best way to settle this dispute was to kill the bear, so I unloaded the rest of my rounds into him, including pepper spay and two different kinds of incendiary. Finally I got the sniper rifle, but then that part of the dream ended.

There was some sort of interim part where I was on a helicopter flying over the area after all the damage had been dealt. There wasn’t much detail to this part, other than flying over Town Square looking at the carnage.

Next thing I knew I was going back to Disney, but everything was normal. Somehow I had acquired one of the official Goofy character suits for my own personal use, and had decided to play a prank by wearing it to Disney. Everything seemed to be going fine until I got trapped at the character meet and greet, where somehow there were already two Goofy characters right around the corner from one another. At that point my old cast member instincts started rising up again about character integrity, and I started freaking out when I realized Missy, one of the entertainment managers I used to work for, was walking around. She saw me, right there in the thick of it with another Goofy (somehow not bothered by the other one aground the corner), gave a stern look and motioned we all go backstage. Once in the dressing room she began to interrogate me, talking about giving me a trespassing ban. I apologized profusely, telling her this isn’t really like me, in fact this couldn’t be me. It was that point I realized it had to be a dream. I tried checking someone’s bag, but the logo SEEMED to hold still, and not be wobbly or changing, like it was real. I seemed to be defeated, and convinced it was real, so I sat down, dejected. It was then I overheard Missy talking about missing a Goofy for the next set. In that moment I realized maybe I could help! After all, I had a costume, I knew the character well enough from working there before, it was perfect! Nevermind the fact that I’d been fired from Disney before and had no reason as a non-cast member to even be backstage. But Missy considered it, and it almost happened too, but then I had my hopes dashed when an extra performer walked in to replace the missing Goofy. At that point Missy pretty much dismissed me, told me to go home, and keep my Goofy costume there. I nodded and “yes ma’am’d” as I left, and the last thing I remember was walking through the turnstiles with my big black bag holding the Goofy costume, heading home.

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Dream Journal - 8/21/2014

My dreams last night can be separated into two separate parts. The first part took place at Blizzard Beach, one of the water parks at Disney World. I was there with my roommate Khris, and it was almost empty, with barely any people around. This made it super easy for me to ride Summit Plummet, the tallest water slide in the park, several times without even having to wait. Khris didn’t seem interested, so he busied himself with some of the other slides in the park.

After a few trips up and down the mountain, I decided to go looking for Khris. I find him nearby at one of the smaller slides, next to a kiddy slide. Waiting for him to come down. I watch as an older gentleman puts his young child down the slide on a small inflatable tube. After sending him down, he attempts to stand on the surface of the slide and walk down. Naturally, he takes half a step and slips, falling on the slide and looking like he might have cracked a rib. He comes down the slide as I watch a man run past me towards him, presumably the son of the old man and the father of the young child.

As the old man lands in the pool, I notice that he’s somehow dragged down a piece of the lighting fixture from the top of the slide. As a matter of fact it’s an entire housing unit for a fluorescent tube light, including the cable that leads to the electrical box that sits on the wall where the wiring comes out, and the box itself as well! I pull that out of the pool and bring it to the snack stand, putting it on the counter while the girl behind it asks what happened. I explain what I’d seen, and add some sort of lame joke to the end of it. By then, Khris has shown up again, so we decide it’s time to leave.

That ends the first part of my dreams. The second half takes place at some sort convention hall at EPCOT that used to be part of some movie style attraction I think? There was a movie theater that I saw the exit to. The reason I know it was at EPCOT is because there was a sign at the exit of the movie theater that said something like “EPCOT Market” on it, with a smaller sign beneath it saying “we accept jade as currency” or something.

Walking further down the hall I see several other scenes, including a wedding taking place outside in a green field, and a high school prom with a “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer” theme. I almost mistook it for a furry convention, since half the kids there were in animal costumes. One of the attending students standing in the hall had to explain it to me while she wore a reindeer suit. Thing is, it wasn’t like a nice fursuit or anything, it looked like a Disney character costume from the 70’s. Cheaply made with a ridiculously oversized head.

Wandering away from there, my next stop was some sort of graduation ceremony. As I wandered into that, I realized one of my best friends, Steven, was here and involved. He asked me to join him for his part of the class’s announcement ceremony, to which I said yes. So I was readied up, but I didn’t realize until it was actually starting that it involved skateboarding around and ON the base of what could have been a trophy, but it was just a large silver trophy base in the center of the room. It had slanted sides we had to jump on and ride our skateboards over a few times while set to music. The slanted sides were covered with small divots where a bunch of chrome plated versions of those finger-skateboards sat, engraved with names, one for every student.

Once Steven, his other friend and I finished the routine (which was short and a little odd, being just those jumps and riding on the big silver trophy base), we sat around the big base and watched as the ceremony officially began. Steven and I busied ourselves collecting the extra, unused chrome fingerboards that didn’t have names on them, left blank and without wheels. Meanwhile another student had stood to start talking and addressing the entire student body. I remember him saying something about being the class’s star Egyptian. I had a feeling at the time that he was the class’s ONLY Egyptian student. It was about that time I heard something going off, a phone alarm, and I reached for my phone nearby. But before I could grab it, I ended up waking up. The alarm was my phone in real life, waking me up for work today.

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Dream Journal - 8/19/2014

Last night I dreamt a number of interesting, kinda awesome things. For whatever reason, I was part of the Avengers, as we attempted to assemble to fight a psychotic evildoer who generally could break the laws of physics as he saw fit, at one point even ripping a car in half and using it to punch one of my friends OUT OF EXISTENCE. No blood, no splatter, just no more PERSON there anymore.

Shortly after watching my friend get punched into a different plane of being, I could see from a distance as the older of my two sisters called out for one of her friends from an old factory, trying to look for her to make sure she hadn’t been killed. Laney, one of my friends from work, showed up for her instead, though they seemed to know one another and decided to leave for shelter.

Shortly after, I managed to link up with the Avengers, or at least what was left of them: Nick Fury, Captain America, Thor, and inexplicably, Loki. When I asked him why he was here and why he wasn’t dead, (apparently he was supposed to be dead), he answered with this long and convoluted description of multiple alternate planes of existence, and using his mental powers of control while he slept in death he was able to rewrite himself back into the world of the living. At that point I responded with, “So, you were asleep and dreamed yourself being alive, and woke yourself up to make it true.” Loki was on our side, seemingly willingly, since this new villain threatened his existence as well as everyone else’s. Also, the place we were “assembled” was inside that same factory I’d seen my sister at, but in what seemed to be a large broom closet with beds.

But, when we left the room we were all in, we suddenly found ourselves inside a convention hall. Honestly it would have been a good place to be. Anyone who saw us would have thought we were cosplayers. We would have walked right out without a second thought, but I noticed one of my furry friends, Wolven! He was in his fursuit, a red and black wolf, and I was so happy to see him NOT dead that I ran over and picked him right up, spinning him around. Nick Fury, with his super spy intelligence, knew exactly who Wolven was and recognized that he could be a help to our mission. We left with him joined to our group, still able to walk out pretty much without being noticed.

Time skips forward a bit to night at this point. Wolven is out of his fursuit, because we need his help infiltrating… A McDonalds. Apparently in his dream he worked there (I apologize to Wolven for dreaming of him working such a low class job), and we needed his access card to get inside. At first we attempted to get it from the drive thru window, which for some reason was a little “Superman’s phone booth” style box built into the side of the building and accessible from the outside, but not inside. When that didn’t work we tried an access panel in the front where most employees received their access cards, and that ended up working!

We managed to get in the front door, the order counter more of a mess of people trying to buy food than a quick-service Disney restaurant. For a McDonalds that needed a key card to get in the front door, they sure had a lot of people trying to order. Cashiers stood shoulder to shoulder, a good dozen registers filling about a fifteen foot space. As I walked up to the counter, trying to b4 casual about it, I realized that Nick Fury himself had stepped behind the counter! I don’t know why, maybe he was going to work some super spy magic on the register, but there he was, behind the counter, nearly touching shoulders with the pasty skinned college kids taking orders on either side of him, ready to receive my order.

That’s about the time I woke up; I don’t really remember anything after that. I feel good about this dream, being able to remember as much about it as I did. I find it funny I seemed to be an Avenger, despite having no sign of any superpowers of my own.

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Welcome to my new blog!

Yes, hello, arigato, namaste, bonjour, hola, all that jazz. So this is just a small corner of Tumblr I’ve created where I can barf up all the technicolor shit that courses through my brainfolds in the middle of the night. I’m going to use this blog to hopefully improve my ability to remember my dreams. I figured this would be fun to post online to share with friends and followers, maybe get some feedback, or just have the opportunity to reveal my inner psychosis to the general public. Either or, if you decide to follow my blog, 1) thank you. I really truly appreciate your decision to let me entertain you for a while as you browse Tumblr. 2) you must be bored as hell to choose to follow me. I mean this is just a public dream journal. And I’m a guy with ADD. I can’t expect it’ll be very amusing, or coherent even.

That being said, let the dream journal commence! I’ll use a hashtag on all the posts that are actual entries so they’ll be easy to sort and view, in case I start reblogging things from other blogs, or sharing links and such online that are related to dreaming. We’ll see how it goes! Thanks for reading, and if you like what you see, don’t be afraid to share and shit!