so, will you take me out for a while ? I'm a lusid dreamer

So, this is it. I'm moving headhittin'

http://headhittin.wordpress.com

Organizing all the old dreams, moving them to Wordpress for its nice tag and categorization system. Including old interpretations, some of them I'm retyping, and adding some new details about my real life and new interpretations.

New dreams are posted there as of January 2012.

I might still use an LJ. But for now,
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Dreamt that Matt left our house with no front. He was leaving and coming back, in my head he was already going to leave, and that's what I had heard.

He came back once, and I was too weak to convince him to stay.

Okay, so online I met this guy who likes a lot of the things I do, especially when it comes to music. His name happens to be JOSH. He looks like a long-haired industrial version of Josh Slaby, slightly lighter body hair but other than that.

In my dream, Josh and his twin were there. I'm assuming this is a Gemini thing (Josh/s and Matt are both geminis) AND a twin thing. And also, there was an opportunity for me to date both of them. They both really liked me and I had the normal interaction I have with both of these Joshes in real life, so I really liked them too. But something just wasn't right. It was being with two people at once. Another thing wasn't right, I was only dreaming.

Matt woke me up, and in the dream I was then in bed with him as he was 'waking me up.' Oh what a prince charming that boy is.

I woke up in real life horny and confuse

I was in Maine, my parents were taking me from Matt. I think my cousin Danny, or another guy I was okay with in the dream, was there in the car with us. I was happy cos I knew I'd see him again. It was cool but not cold, the lighting was orange in a house we were in that was constructed of wood, and it was probably about sunset. There was a cliff we passed, I don't know if we drove off or not.

I just dreamt that I was opening my gifts, and I got another Victorian-era ring identical to the onyx one I got to my birthday, but Matt gave it to me to match the one I had. I don't think he was there though, my parents were going to keep me here forever.

I took a big meat cleaver and in one fell swoop, chopped off my left hand. 

From a self-injury perspective, it was the best feeling I ever had.
I died as I woke up.

posted on my wall on facebook. Said he loved me still. Woke up angry and cried. First dream since the last dream I remember before the hospital (10/30/11) -- William was there, nothing else. Matt and I (I felt for both of us in the dream) were so happy. I woke up and told him, and he was so happy for me !!

 Other parts of the dream I don't remember, I was alright, I remember a car, a cliff, and a small place with dim lights where I saw her.

 Woke up after Matthew and I ate a bunch of nutmeg, I watched everything in a VERY SLOW BLUR. Two thumbs up to deliriants (datura dreams weren't as cool). 

 I was working in some type of restaurant or cafeteria or something. My dad got mad at one of the cooks who said he had to save his own money for the food he prepared in the restaurant, so I challenged him to a cook-off to help him. . .

 I don't dream anymore, really. Last one I had, they took all of the world's anorexics who didn't think they could / should recover and sent them to an island, where we could live by ourselves with our disorder as we waited slowly for our suicide.