Reams and Reams of Night-Visions

3.2 memorable ones from the not-too-distant past. (as in last night)
one was very visual. I saw two tear-shaped brownish stones jutting out of the water. Then two larger ones in a symmetric extension of the first pair. This kept going, and I had to zoom out to see the new pair every time. Further and further out, as the size of the rocks kept growing, passing truck-sized, and building sized. The curvature of the earth became visible as the rocks became mountain-sized (but mesa shaped), yet still brown flecked with other colors which shone in the "morning" light. Finally, there were two remaining rocks in the pattern that seeemed the size of continents, yet had the same overall shape as each of the rocks from the beginning.
There was a long pause, as though the rocks were saying "Finished. behold our splendor."
Then near the base of the pattern , a brown-skinned man wearing rags popped out of the water and began throwing fish and fishing rods into the air. They, and the subsequent drops of water, looked like claymation or shrinky-dinks and were definitely not in perspective, as they travelled what would have been hundreds of miles on the earths surface, yet looked the same size the whole time.
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In another dream, I was in a university (not unlike the one I work at) with an added feature: there were a few market stalls in each department. The one in the physics department seemed to be selling live chickens (though bizarrely kept in an ice chest), exotic vegetables and roots, shrink-wrapped kabobs, and pre-cooked chunks of chicken carved into chicken shapes on skewers. I asked the vendor for some sort of carrot and he disappeared, returning several minutes later with a carrot -- it had been carved into the rear half of a bengal tiger but had a broken penis. I told him that he'd misunderstood and I only wanted the VARIETY of carrot known as tiger carrot, but agreed that I'd to pay the extra $1.50 for the artistry.
I was looking for tamarind, but this vendor didn't have it. I trekked to other departments, but their stalls had far less selection. When I arrived back at the physics department stall, there was a young man in front of me buying a root vegetable about the size of a baby in swaddling clothes with wide flat leaves. I asked him what he was going to cook with it. He was basically going to make a paste out of it. After this brief interaction, he told me that he and his friends aways called me the "gray warrior." Apparently this name was chosen because of a pair of gray pants I have, but the warrior part I decided was their invention.
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I was at the liquor store next to the university, trying to pick out some beer. I had about10 dollars. There were some beers I knew I liked, and some other new ones that might be a flop. I decided to get one each of the potential flops and call it a day. (this dream was definitely boring and mundane, but I would like to try the beers in it)
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I was walking around campus and decided to check out an area I'd never been to. I saw concession stands selling icecream with a fair number of people around. There were marquees listing the sporting events and their respective locations. I noticed that there was a Jets game happening soon and I was interested to see where the arena was. There was an asphalt path leading up a very steep hill to my left. I started walking (which became climbing) up it. The whole while, a female rent-a-cop was reminding people to make sure they had tickets. Several times I thought I saw her handing someone a ticket out of the corner of my eye. I avoided her because I didn't really want to see the game, but rather the arena. I continued climbing for a long while, and eventually reached the top of the hill. The rentacop caught up with me and handed me a flyer. All you had to do was tear out two coupons whose value added up to $60 and that was good for admission. So i did it. The arena was nowhere in sight. But there was a long covered walkway with smoky glass sidewalls leading off into the distance. I could see others walking along towards an urban-looking area which must house the arena.
I walked a very long while and the path eventually split into two lanes, like a divided highway. Then each lane split further, to keep the foot traffic orderly. It was already a bit crowded and I began to worry about how long it would take to leave when the game was over. at the bottom of a staircase, there was a carnival-type area with games and attractions. I was getting a little disappointed that the arena was yet nowhere in sight.
There was a game I recognized, though I don't know from where... a strongman held another man in his arms. The challenge was to move the held man or make him move. He was very hard to move, as I remembered from my last experience, but I knew a trick that had almost worked. I was going to try it again. I needed to get one of his heels resting on my foot, and then I could use some leverage to lift him off the ground and make him fall.
It worked all too easily and I was even able to pick him up by the ankles and hold him over the ground. He was very distressed and began to whimper, and the strongman got angry with me and made me give him back, yet didn't concede victory.
I stormed off, found a path that supposedly led to the jets game but it seemed to be leading to a beach instead.