Category: Dreams

I tell this story to keep my mind clear and together. I may be telling it to someone else, or to myself. I must keep perspective so that I can keep reality straight. Things went bad after my mother disappeared. No one knew where she’d gone too and no one had found her missing car either. One day, while walking down a familiar street, many people found their missing relatives in their cars. All together in one parking lot. Mom was there, happy to see me. She told me that she’d met an amazing man and her life had totally changed for the better. “Is his name ___?” I inquired. “No. His name is ___,” she responded. Dubious, I asked Mom another question about pollution. “Plastic is wasteful,” she told me. This was a patent response for a strange cult I new of (maybe have dreamed it before), but the name of the man was different. So I walked into the building with my mom and saw a bearded man sitting with two other people. I spoke with him and felt many other eyes looking at me. I knew that he was a/the leader. I casually left the building, walked out of the parking lot, and began to run down the street. I wanted to escape and keep my freedom. I would never be as easy to convert as my mother was! An older woman with dark short hair came out of the woods on the side of the road and managed to grab my arm. That’s all she did and everything got blurry and went dark. I came to at another point in time, still fighting to keep myself together. My throat was sandpaper dry. I needed water, but a voice in my head reminded me that asking for something or complaining will only lead to more abuse from the people in charge. So I try to swallow what I can. I then flash to another instant in time where I’m walking through a large building and talking to myself in my head. I’m keeping the history straight. I’m trying to remember what my family looks like and that if I can’t have my freedom for myself, then I will gain it for them. I must be known in this building because a woman makes eye contact with me as I walk by. I then exit the building and run out onto a lawn. I jump down an embankment, still talking to myself. Have I been hiding the meds? Use this moment of clarity for as long as you can! I am going to be free. I have tried to be free many times before and this time I will make it. I jump down another natural wall, almost effortlessly. Like a superhuman. This is what I need to get out of here! I’m at the side of a sea or lake and I jump in and instantly begin to swim. I notice that I have fingerless gloves as I try to swim away. There’s a leader in the water already, trying to save another person who had the same idea. The leader lunges for me and I react with survival in mind by dunking them both under water for almost too long. I see one of the heads of security at the water’s edge. He is not happy and is diving in after me. I try to swim away but struggle in the waves. The security leader easily approaches me and I end the dream by telling myself that I got a broken wrist for almost killing the other people. I’m not given pain medicine which is fine. It allows me to stay free in my mind and try to keep reality together for another attempt at leaving this oppressive cult.

At a house party and just smoked from a crazy 3-person pipe with two other people. Julie S. calls a group of people together and eight people cluster up. A great vocal jam starts and the people begin to move around the room. About four leave the group, making one woman lose her temper. She goes over to the shelf where the A/V equipment is and pushes it over. This causes a stack of 12-inch vinyl records to cascade down towards her. She jumps to avoid the falling pile of records and then screams. One sleeved record got stuck under her big toe nail. In obvious pain, she staggers around and then pulls it out.

I. Working on the water, barely making a living. Having to deal with huge, rogue waves. During this dream, three big waves come crashing toward me. The last one wasn’t as bad as the first two. During the first waves, I get the feeling that someone maybe be cheating me at my job. I begin to set up gear when the third huge wave hits. Unlike an earlier wave, which was a wall of dark blue, the final wave comes in unremembered. I’ve dreamed of this spot by the beach where the wave hits some other time. The other workers and I see it coming and climb higher up the structure we’re on. It misses us and, after passing and withdrawing, I slide down the metal poles to meet the others on the ground.

II. A group of artists rehearses an odd number. They’re playing square-shaped objects that have four same-sized bumps on them (like a Lego block). One performer has a large, oval-shaped puppet head over one of the blocks and moves it to open and close the mouth. Maybe it is singing. The sun light shines through the puppet heads, creating some loss of the performer’s hiding. I can’t make out who it is. Practice done, the performers head back to the ambulance that they use for shows. A blonde male has to coax his frustrated lover to unlock the auto. “What are you doing?” she asks. “Saving up money playing with this band so I can be in a real band,” he replies. “What’s a real band?” she then asks. “A group thats in the 1990s or 2000s, unlike this one,” he replies.

I’m on the road and out in the country with Jonathan and a group of people. While we look for a place to stay for the night, Jonathan thinks he hears someone screaming in the woods. One of our passengers suggests he go check it out, so David S. and I tag along for the ride. We take a small country road through the woods and come out at a cluster of homes. We realize that we’ve just driven into an army base. Jonathan gets curious about one house and we walk inside to investigate. I get separated from them but find nothing weird going on. Outside, I find Jonathan taking photos of David in front of a fallout shelter sign. David is naked and painted orange! We all get a good laugh over this until the police show up. Jonathan and David flee and hide while I blend in with the curious onlookers. I decide to get in Jonathan’s car (a borrowed junker) to head down the road a bit. I visualize them jumping in for a getaway. I have problems with the manual transmission so just end up at the house next door. I stick around and befriend the elderly woman who lives in the first house. She and the head cop are good people, but a younger cop is antsy for an arrest. I walk through the second house and pass young girls. Jonathan and David reveal themselves to me, so I try to figure out a way to get them out of the house. On the back porch, the girls get their mom to talk to the police. I try to prepare the car for a getaway again and do better with the gears. The elderly woman tells me to leave it at the edge of the drive and then goes into her neighbor’s house. She comes back a bit later and tells me to drive around. “Can you tell where I hid them?” she asks me. Suddenly, Jonathan and David appear from small bundles of towels on the lawn. They hop in the car and we take off. We pass the elderly woman’s house and see several people walking to it. They’re blue and green with glittery clothes. We get a laugh and drive back into the woods.

4.4.08

My sister decides to visit and sleep at my place while our mother is also visiting. My sister can’t stay still in our shared bed, so she gets up and walks away. I then wake up, go for a walk, and get hit by a huge tsunami. I survive the wave and then scramble into the woods. As I walk through the muck, I keep thinking “stay in one place. They’ll send search parties out.”

I walk back to my barracks and my superior officer tells me that I need to clean my area. At my area, I see the mess and know that my sister made it. Other bunk mates are sweeping with their brooms. I do the same.

A flood begins and I’m on a conference call with my mother and someone else. I sit in my grandmother’s old blue Ford Fairlane while we try to figure out how to coordinate a meeting and possible evacuation. I go to a grocery store, meet a friend, and put food into his bike bag. I walk away to the book section, open one, and see a photo of Eric Doyle riding a tiny bike through a supermarket. I then see Eric near check out with a normal bike and food. I notice a lot of bikers and bike bags in the supermarket. I find my bike leaning on a rack of junk food. Back in the Fairlane, I have the urge to leave. I turn the ignition over a few times and start the car. I call Mom. Without ringing, Mom answers with an “oh, hi.”

My dad tries to drive a van down a narrow alley that goes through a cemetery. I sit in the passenger seat, a bit stressed at the tight fit, and we make it through one stone-walled entrance. We make a turn, stopping at a dead end where a black-clad woman stands over a grave. I get out of the van to help Dad navigate the van out of the old cemetery.

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3/11 DREAM

I give a talk on scorpions in a lecture hall. The presentation is based upon a paper I have written, which I have, but I am unprepared for the moment. I show a live scorpion to the audience and place it on the table with the paper, and it sits there as I stumble through my points. To cover myself, I keep referring to a video on scorpions, which said that “scorpions are more evolved than humans.” “Don’t you mean clams?” someone in the audience asks. “Clams have a large foot that they walk with,” I hastily reply.

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2/8/2008 AM dream

As I show up to a building by the ocean, I look through a window into a room, and notice a young woman taking her clothes off. I go to the WC, come out, and, back in clothes, she gives me an embarrassed look. “I took antidepressants while you were away,” she tells me, “and they make me jittery.” “Nudity doesn’t bother me,” I reply, “except while eating at the table.” I then walk to the ocean-side where a party is happening.

While there, the ocean current sweeps a flooded viking ship towards us a several times. I take out my phone and try to make a video of the ship. “You should pull the ship out!” someone yells at me. I laugh at the thought.

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2/1/2008 AM Dream #2

A kingdom exists in a universe where a hero has been sent to make huge changes. This hero, with golden blond hair, flies to the kingdom with three or four huge golden bands spinning around him. He can wield the bands, create new ones, manipulate them to protect himself and project them as weapons.

When he fist comes to the kingdom, he assumes high status in the government there, all the while setting things up for the change that he needs to make. He then uses his powers, and the bands, to complete his deed. He goes to a safe place, a building that looks like a crypt, to hide as he sees the success of his actions. But a man, a servant or priest, rushes into the crypt to tell the man to flee.

As the hero realizes that something must have gone wrong, he hears a strange buzzing sound growing louder outside. As the sound approaches overhead, his instincts click in: he must shift to another universe to avoid this dreaded sound. If not, he will perish!

2/1/2008 AM Dream #1

I get to spend a weekend in jail with Mark. The facility assigns me to a stall (no bars in this jail) beside his stall, and I share a bathroom with several other inmates. I can easily slide through a small opening at the bottom of our shared wall, so spend time in Mark’s cell talking. During the part of day when the cells are open, Mark has errands to run. He grabs a metal container and we leave his building. We walk through a wooded area, following a trail through the undergrowth. Mark says “Watch this,” as he grabs handfuls of dead grass along the way. We enter a small meadow in the woods; Mark holds the grass out in front of him. A beautiful dark horse walks out of the woods and trots up to us to eat the grass in Mark’s hand. It is a beautiful moment between us and the animal. We leave the meadow and walk to a two story building. People are climbing up a drainpipe in the corner of the building, and we climb up there as well. We are at some kind of pharmacist, so Mark then hands over his metal container to be filled with something that he needs. While we wait, one of the inmates helping the pharmacist hands me a mug of weak tea.
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A college of students living in a vaulted graveyard which runs down a hillside wants to participate in their university’s film festival. Other Cinema is the only group allowed to be in the closed festival, so they illegally bribe the graveyard college to not participate. They try to bribe them first with wrapped gifts, then they offer potential sexual favors. When this doesn’t work, Other Cinema uses baseless intimidation. They get caught using this last tactic and exit via the bottom of the graveyard. Another group then walks through calling for revolution in France.

I must be a leader of the group that wants to be included in the festival because the Other Cinema’s tactics have been heavily directed towards me. I tell a revolutionary marcher, a man with curly dark hair and a green anarchy star button on his shirt, to quit joking around about revolution. He tells me he wants to seriously protest traditional marriage, so I suggest a transgender wedding on the steps of City Hall. This activist is hoping to have a famous person in this protest.

Fragments

A vampire is haunting a futuristic San Francisco. I have been stuck in a theme park ride which goes out into the Bay, and keep seeing the monster kill victims. I have also been on the streets with a group of friends, stuck between the sound barriers/walls that protect the houses on the other side.  Bits of the dream lead me into someones house (mine?) and back in the street.