Trouble with Lilly, I Could be Black, the Studio and a Crappy Monster

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Addendum: I just remembered in the studio part of my dream there was a kid who was really interested in the artwork and I could tell they wanted to talk to me but I was in some kind of bad mood and didn't want to talk to them. I did however say "I'm sorry I don't want to talk to you but I'm just really moody" or something like that.

Lo and behold, after I went back to sleep following the first recording here, I happened to have more dreams. Here they be:

Mo dreamz

Antique Shop, Large Creepy Decrepit Building, Spanish Dancing, Robo-Battle

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Drunken Injuries, UFC Fight, Zombies, and Art Class

Hi, y'all. I decided it would be much easier, faster, more effective and more fun to record myself recounting my dreams, so that is what I did here and shall do from now on. I must apologize for my mumbling; I knew I mumbled but I never new it was THIS bad. I will work on my annunciation skills and have easier to understand recordings in the future. Perhaps this will help me in life, too. Also I recorded this at 6:30 am when my memory was most clear, so sorry for my gruff manly tone and drawn out "ums," "duhs" and "derrs."

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Naked "yoga" while hanging off a ladder over the edge of a cliff

A group of naked people (myself included) were partaking in a relaxation exercise where hangs from their hands by the rungs (spaced only a couple inches apart) of a ten-footish ladder which juts horizontally from a cliff. There was also new agey music playing (I feel like Bjork was as well). As terrifying as this sounds it was actually pretty peaceful until there was this one "move" in which a wooden extension, basically just a 2' x 2' square was attached to the end of the ladder and I then had to hang from that. This was considered an advanced move and felt much more dangerous and only then did I fear I might fall to my death. I seemed to believe hanging from the regular rungs was safe, like there was some sort of safety net immediately below, even though I don't think there was. I feigned confidence and like I knew what I was doing with the advanced move but then the extension broke. I calmly moved back to the regular rungs, embarrassed, until I looked at the other people, most of whom's extensions had also broken. I noticed amongst these people a girl from college whom I thought had the best body (and many people agreed with me on this) and she had a "yoga" partner, a tan, greased up, glistening handsome fella. Then I was back on land in some woods that were right next to the cliff and some sort of odd little creature, about the size of squirrel came running at me. I think someone with me got a hold of it and somehow it got cut open and it's innards were pretty bizarre. They were organic but not normal at all in anatomy, kind of the consistency of cherry pie filling. The creature also had a really ugly, long-toothed face and it's mouth was wide open. It sort of look like those nasty deep sea fish. I think it was crimson-colored also.

Many dreams in one night, but I only remember hockey

I forgot to enter my dreams a few days ago, so I'm recording all I can remember now. Before I fell asleep this particular night I remember thinking something along the lines of how nice it was that since I began documenting my dreams I had been having them regularly. Well, as if my brain had taken this to heart and wanted to screw with my that night, I remember having at least five unrelated dreams, most of which I can't remember now. I do remember the last one, which was about me being thrown into a professional hockey game, completely untrained, but managing to at least move around alright. At one point I got possession of the puck, kicked it, and passed it off to another teammate who snapped it football style between his legs to another teammate right in front of the opponents' net, who then clumsily took a swing at it, mostly hitting the ice behind the puck, but still managed to score. The goalie basically just stood to the left side of the net angled away from the shot and made a half-assed effort at the last second to stop the shot.

Chatting with Ken

This dream took place during a nap, not that it matters I suppose. I was reclining on a couch in the Croken's house although it was a different set-up, maybe even a different house. Ken was to my left and we were just sort of shooting the shit (the first time in a while; it felt nice) and Ken was looking straight ahead the whole time, maybe watching T.V.

Battling wolves that look like doggies

I think this has become a recent recurring dream, the fighting of the wolves that look like doggies. On this particular occasion I was in some sort of dark, kinda creepy house, one level I believe, kinda felt like my grandma's old house in Akron, OH. I seemed to know the dogs were coming, or perhaps willed them into existence, and they came running out of the darkness. It was snowy out. There were at least three of them, all snarling and looking pretty scary and mean. The first one was a tan, droopy skinned dog that was very muscular. I had my katana and slashed and stabbed at them, but I don't remember actually killing any of them. I believe my brother was there also. I'm pretty sure we survived and I do remember that, as the character in the dream, whenever I thought of the dogs they would come running, except for once maybe.