This is quite a long and very detailed dream so I want to give it its own post. Lately I seem to dream in streaks, where I go completely dry for weeks and then have long complicated dreams and sometimes two or three dreams in the same night.
I was living for free in a large room in a large building in Portland ME. The ceiling in my room was at least 12 feet high, and may have been more than 20 feet high. In one corner of the room was a large round support beam that went from the ceiling to the floor. Using my cellphone, i recorded myself sliding from top to bottom on this round pole and then climbing back up again. I seemed to think this was my favorite activity and that I was supposed to be embarrassed about how much I liked it but that I wasnt embarassed at all. In one of the recordings, I was wearing only underwear or perhaps nothing at all, but facing away from the camera since that was the only way to slide down the pole.
After a few days, though, I started preparing to move out. I had been able to live here for free, apparently without needing to prove I had nowhere else to go, such that perhaps it was on the honor system and they merely expected me to make efforts to find someplace else to live. One morning I woke up sleeping on the floor next to a concrete wall, because I had packed up most of my things. However, on the other side of the room, most of my belongings were still there, because I had so many to pack that I didnt do it all in one day.
That morning I met a small boy, maybe about 7 years old, who was moving into the same room that I was living in. This was okay because the rooms were so large that they were essentially like condos that just didnt have walls going all the way across the subdivided areas of each room. His part of the room was near a window. He seemed to be living independently, which seems to be common in my dreams. He seemed happy, and we talked a little bit, and we seemed to have a few things in common, such that we could even become friends. But I got the sense that, like me, he mostly wanted to keep to himself and that he didn't seem to need any help getting around.
Outside the building there was a large parking lot with snow on the ground all over the place. It was actually several parking lots connected to each other with walkways in between, similar to what exists outside on a hospital campus near me. In one parking lot there was a space where someone had written in the sort of yellow paint that is usually used to mark out traffic spaces "OJ SURGED ---- TRUMP WON" or something similar. The gist of it was that whoever wrote those words had been a Trump supporter who won a bet with his colleagues that Trump would win whereas the others, or at least the one person that parking spot was for, had been sure that Clinton would win. I may have actually been flying over the parking lot rather than walking (see more details below), but I cant remember for sure.
Later in this same dream, I was with friends in a shopping mall. It may have been just one friend, and to be honest I dont even remember if it was a male or a female, because this was not someone I know in real life. But the friend told me about two young boys who had done something at their home that semeed like a chemistry experiment gone wrong, and they decided to make up for it by hosting a fireworks show at their house, and he/she wanted me to go to see it because I was worried about the two boys after hearing the first part of the story. These boys seemed to live with their parents, but were able to make independent decisions such as hosting a fireworks show and then keeping the money without asking their parents ... or the city ... for permission. The fireworks show and the boys' earlier accident seemed to be related, as if they were producing fireworks using the same chemistry set that had exploded in their basement earlier.
We were supposed to pay admission to get to the fireworks show, but didnt seem to be concerned. At this point, the city I was in seemed like a very large college campus, with buildings right next to each other, but there were plenty of residential houses among them as well. We actually flew up in the air like superheros in order to get to the boys' house. This seemed to be a normal means of travel, and neither I nor my friend found it remarkable that we were able to fly with our arms. (I only noticed it after I woke up.) Thus I wouldnt say that I was dreaming I was a superhero, but that, in the context of this dream, I had always been able to fly that way and it didnt occur to me at any point in the dream to even think twice about it.
We flew towards the boys' house, and a flock of birds was flying in the air with us. For fun I imitated one of the birds' calls. It turned out to be a vulture, which flew towards me and then bit open my throat. As I tried to grab the bird to pull him off of me I said "Seriously?" in the same sort voice seen here
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Dec 21: three more dreams, but theyre short so I wont make a new post:
I was reading a book with 5 stories. The 5 stories were somehow linked with an album by the Kossoy Sisters in which 5 of the songs repeat at the end of the album in slightly different (shorter) forms. In the first story, a family of five, all females, "absconded" into their dresser drawer in the order of oldest to youngest. I believe the family was one mother with four daughters, not a lesbian couple or some other relaitonship.
I dont remember the 2nd story at all and I may not have even read it in the dream.
The 3rd story was about a young girl, but that's all I remember.
The 4th story was less than one page long, and seemed to consist of just a picture of a man wearing a "pompom hat" (winter weather) and identifying himself as "Matt the met, mitt for mutt" or something like that. I believe that what he actually said in the dream was impossible, since I'd think if it were real English I'd be able to reconstruct it easily even if I didn't remember it from the dream itself. I seem to have read the 4th story twice, and the second time around it had a sizable amount of text after the picture.
I don't remember the fifth story either.
A separate dream involved me being outside playing with a calculator program on a phone, or perhaps an actual calculator that was more advanced than TI calcs. Somehow I made it such that pressing a button would automatically add 1 to the displayed number and then recalculate the result. But the numbers produced were somehow unpredictable, and therefore i kept doing it because I was interested in seeing which numbers would come up next. The number 6 was involved too, and I seemed to have said that all numbers could be produced using combinations of 1's and 6's, which may have been necessary because of the incorrect way that the 1's were adding up.
Every number was associated with a picture, as if someone had taken all the words in the English language and assigned them a number. The numbers in the low to mid thousands range (i.e. 2000-5000 or so) were mostly names of animals and plants. This may have actually come from my time compiling dictionaries for conlangs.
Of the third dream of the night, all I remember is that Trump had reopened the recount in Pennsylvania to prove he won by even more votes than the official total, alleging corruption in Philadelphia. This isnt much of a dream, though, since I think all it was is me remembering that some disticts in Philly were the only ones that agreed to a recount. I believe even that partial recount was cancelled, though.