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This is a literally
compilation of all the dreams I've written down between 2001 and 2013
(plus a few from 1994-1995). I don't actually keep a dream
journal and never have. However, I have compiled all the accounts
of/references to my dreams from all my previous writings. Most of
these are from emails. Only in more recent years (say 2011 or
later) have I started writing down dreams just for the hell of it, and
only really went into tremendous detail in the last year mainly for
All the entries are fleshed out with annotations added recently.
The new text is in brackets. Most of these notes simply explain
where things came from. I don't really do analysis, just context
for the reader. Additionally, since most of these entries are
from emails, there are often preceded by the bit of text I was replying
I removed most of the names with the exception of my partner
Dani's. A lot of the "[A friend]" entries refer to different
people. I just didn't want to start labeling them Friend#1, #2,
and so on since the identity wasn't relevant to conveying the dream.
comedy tv series] Sports Night is incredibly fast. They are
really good at alternating between silly and serious. A couple
times already I dreamt that I worked on the show and was involved in
one of the plots. It was wild.
[Note: I got into this series when it was
syndicated on Comedy Central after it was cancelled, so I was watching
an episode five nights a week. I've noticed that whenever I get
into something where I'm more fully immersed in it, it shows up in my
[A former student I became friends with],
I know how you feel about the
yearbook. I felt a lot like that too. The year you were at
the [school I taught at] was in stark contrast to how much better it
ran the year before. I dreamt the other night that I was working
there again and I was freaked out (in the dream even). I was
like, I'm not going to get any research done for another year!
After staying awake for 24 hours in a row
[I was running an experiment in grad school] I dreamt all kinds of
weird stuff about you. You had been stabbed by someone. It
had just happened, but I didn't see who did it) and I was trying to
stop the blood. Then it got worse and your intestines
started to fall out (ever see [the Silence of the Lambs sequel]
Hannibal? I think that was what prompted it). On top of all
this we were trying to keep this secret from your dad (who was a big
scary guy based on neither your real nor step-dad). I have no
idea why. Apparently we didn't have hospitals in this part of the
dreamworld either since we didn't go to one.
This was the third dream I've had about
you in about a month, though I can't remember having dreamt about you
anytime before recently. I don't remember the other two, but
neither were anxiety-based dreams. It's odd that I dream about
you because I almost never dream about anyone I know. I think
part of that is the unfortunate fact that I can't remember what people
look like. I'm like a stroke victim or something. That's a
non-functioning piece of my brain. I could describe someone (not
necessarily correctly), but I can't picture them.
[To a neuroscience professor],
A couple thoughts about emotions:
1) You may recall I offered
"embarrassment" as an emotion in class yesterday. This came from
something [a fellow grad student] told me the other day. He had
read someplace that humans (primates?) and dogs (all canines?) are the
only animals that express shame or embarrassment (I think we can rule
cats out immediately). Has anyone acknowledged this in the
literature as far as you know? It would seem to me that if not,
there are probably a number of cases in which lack of embarrassment
(brazenness?) has been misinterpreted as an absence of fear or a
deficit in planning via the frontal cortex. Just a thought.
A quick anecdote: One of my dogs was
on the couch next to me the other day having of one of those classic
"chase" dreams dogs always seem to have. The dream must have been
so intense he awoke from it believing he should continue the
chase. He darted halfway across the living room, stopped,
realized what he had done and even how silly he looked, and slunk back
to the couch, head hung low in an unmistakable gesture of
embarrassment. He didn’t want to talk about it either.
I’m finally finished with my finals and
most of the other end-of-semester projects I’ve been locked into for so
long now. For several nights I didn’t get almost any sleep.
Those nights I did sleep were little 3 to 5 hour naps. I felt
really, really strange while I was awake and couldn’t sleep when I
tried. The cool thing was that I had all kinds of neat ideas
during that time. The problem was that I can’t remember any of
them at all. I have also been having a lot of really wild dreams
lately. I wake up convinced they are real, but confused by the
fact that they don’t gel with reality. For instance, I dreamt I
went back to the area of Louisiana I lived in about 8 years ago and I
witnessed a friend of mine (who is legitimately crazy, btw) go on a
shooting rampage then kill himself. I haven’t talked to this guy
in all this time nor heard from anyone who would know him, but I
couldn’t get it out of my head that he did all that. I’m
convinced I am dating a girl I taught a couple semesters ago and that
we were extras in a house party scene (a la "American Pie") in a new
teen tv show/movie. I’m not making any of this up.
I started this message last night, so I
ended up dreaming about you. I dreamt that we were on this forest
planet ruled by some evil overlord. It was the early American
pioneers in an Orwellian society. Eventually an old man with
wings turned out to be the alien who really was in charge of the planet
and he freed everyone. Also, I could walk upside-down on my hands
and did so to see midnight movies every night. They were always
action movies and I sat in the balcony. What does it all mean?!
This one girl I dream about every now and
again (she works in the lab across the hall from me and we had a class
together once) showed up in another dream. In this dream she
turned out to be single (maybe she is in reality?) and we started
dating. She was a huge Star Wars fan and we were at a film school
that was putting together an epic production of a Star Wars movie, but
everything they were doing looked really cheap for all the resources
they had at their disposal. Anyway, the girl (her name is Amy)
had a bunch of tattoos of Japanese symbols and Star Wars vehicles all
over her. She flashed me to show me some of them (this part of
the dream may have been based on the fact that a former student of mine
emailed me a picture of her breasts to show off the fact that she had
her nipples pierced). Unfortunately the breasts in the dream
weren't attractive. This was probably based on the fact that her
real breasts are relatively large for her slight frame. They
don't look bad, but that's just not my thing.
I had a bunch of weird dreams last night,
probably as a result of sleeping for so long after wearing myself out
yesterday (I run around the PetSmart parking lot to give the dogs some
exercise throughout the day). I dreamt that I worked in some
futuristic society run by robots. Curiously, I worked and lived
in a barn where I had to inspect the robots before they were shipped
out. Some of them were life-sized while others were only a little
larger than action figures (there was a whole army of them). If
they didn't pass the tests, I zapped them with a phaser and they all
melted (they were made of plastic because it was cheaper). Later,
I dreamt that I moved in with my parents, who built a new house.
The only problem was that the only way you could get to my room was by
climbing a ladder into the ceiling. It was a nice room, but it
was really annoying. I just realized as I was writing this that
the layout of the room was the attic of the house we had in [the house
I lived in as a teenager]. Dreams are weird.
[Girl I dated briefly; we used to do these
questionnaire things back and forth],
*Do you have any recurring
That's weird that you have a major
historical theme (costume drama?) running through your dreams.
It's also really specific compared to, say, the falling dream.
Mine are pretty specific as well, so you need a little background to
get where I'm coming from.
If you've ever seen Rocky Horror in the
theater (tape or dvd doesn't count), then you know it's a huge
experience. For me, it happened to be a "rite of passage" (which
is what my dad labels it explicitly) because it was the first time I
stayed out really late (I was in high school) and had to drive about 50
miles to see it. We lived on the north side of Lake
Pontchartrain, so we had to drive into New Orleans to see it. We
always went right after we had a party at a friend's house, so it was
always an *event*. We dragged the foreign exchange students along
just to see what their reactions would be. That was half as much
fun as hearing whatever new lines the audience could come up
with. To date, I've probably seen it about a dozen times or more
with an audience (and at least as many more on tape; for years I used
to show it to prospective girlfriends as a barometer of what would
freak them out).
As a result of all of the above, I *still*
dream every once in a while that I am going to the show, but it always
ends up really weird, like the movie isn't playing or was moved to
another theater or they're showing another movie entirely. The
last category is the coolest because my subconscious goes wild and
comes up with something original instead of disappointing. I've
dreamt up several sequels to the original (no connection to the two
other sequels Richard O'Brien wrote) and many more sci-fi/horror
movies. One of them had the aliens from "This Island Earth"
(which I've never even seen) [I have seen it since I wrote this.
The aliens were called Metaluna Mutants] mixed in with the sets and
lighting from the video for "Closer" by NIN.
Another recurring theme is my meeting a
celebrity. I dreamt I hung out with Eric Clapton at his house
(which was a 3 bedroom built in the '70s... shyeah, right!). He
walked around in his boxers and an old t-shirt showing me some of his
guitars and how to play some licks. He had a bunch of kids
running around too, which he completely ignored like a good suburban
white trash dad should. I also played in (former Pink Floyd
bassist/songwriter/singer) Roger Waters' band at a several (imaginary)
concerts. Occasionally I will dream about a female celeb who I
have seen in a movie or something, and I'll end up dating them (this
has continued from before, throughout, and since my marriage). I
dated the "One time, at bandcamp" girl from American Pie. Models
do nothing for me, but dorky girls win me over every time if they can
talk about anything besides D&D and Star Trek.
>Do you fly in your dreams?
What’s it like?
Yes, but so seldom. I can get a
running start, but I just glide for a little bit. It's more an
extrapolation of running and jumping than, say, Superman-style
[Different girl I dated],
Last night I dreamt that my ex and I had
broken up at some point in the past, and now she was going to move out
and take a lot of my things with her. Gee, this would have been
prophetic if I had dreamt it, oh, six months ago!
I should make a list of my recurring
dreams and dream characteristics. One of the strangest ones for
me is not a particular presence, but an absence. I almost never
dream about real people. Occasionally celebrities will turn up
(recall earlier discussion), but more often they are characters from a
movie or tv show. Usually, I just make up a new cast every time
[Different girl I dated],
Last night was full of crazy dreams as a
result of a combination of effects: When I go to bed really early after
being worn out the day before, especially if I sleep for a long time, I
have really intense dreams, the sorts of things that I would otherwise
never dream. Since we had been talking about my ex and I'm
unloading all my junk on eBay, I dreamt that my ex and I were on the
verge of splitting, but hadn't yet. However, all of our stuff was
packed and we were both getting ready to move out of the house, so
almost every room was empty (even the ones that aren't empty in here
right now). Then she said she wanted to get back together, so I
went through this emotional rollercoaster, and then she left
anyway. It was really messed up.
Then I dreamt that I found a secret hole
in the bushes in the woods where I could hop on the subway. Yeah,
it was a crazy night.
Dani [my wife; we started dating around
After listening to a bunch of Django
Reinhardt cds and reading about the guitars he used to play, I ended up
having a handful of dreams about them. At one point I dreamt that
I found one of them among things at my aunt's house. In the same
dream my mom bought me a variation on a Gretch Duo Jet that my brain
just invented. It looked more like a cross between an Italia and
a D'Armond. Later on in the same dream I found the other Django
guitar (he played two different styles). What does it all mean,
[My ex; she and I were still emailing
about selling our house during this],
Last night I dreamt that you told me that
I was really mean. I pointed out that I forward you all your mail
and go out of my way to get your things to you, but you never tell me
anything about [our dogs; she took them when we split up] even when I
>Is there anything that has been
stressing you out specifically - like the dream about Summer, anything
that's come up in communication with your ex, etc.?
No, but I had a series of crazy dreams
about my ex for about a week after we went through my old photo
albums. Several of those were reconciliation scenarios, but a lot
of the others were just us fighting or me confronting her. I
think I told you about the one in which she said I was mean and I
pointed out all of the civilized things I had done for her while she
had just been rude or ignored me by way of a response. I emailed
her a copy of that description and guilted her into telling me that the
dogs were still alive. Wow. A victory. Ha!
One of the crazy dreams that I told you
about last night (that I had the night before) was with [girl I dated
right before her]. I dreamt that I ran into her at the
mall/[museum she worked at] (they were combined in my dream). We
started talking, then she started crying when I told her about
you. Okay, that's pretty unlikely in reality since it was a
mutual "break-up," but I still never felt good about it since it was
one of those drift-apart kind of splits. Granted, I don't usually
strive for knock-down, drag-out fight-style break-ups, but that's just
how I feel (hey, did you notice I put four hyphenated words in a row
back there? Wow!).
I had a dream years ago that I was in the
future in a highrise out of Blade Runner, and I thought it was the
coolest image ever. [I didn't write this one down anywhere, but
it was one of the most intensely cinematic dreams I've ever had.
It was more than fifteen years ago, but I still remember it
vividly. It was set in the future by perhaps a hundred years or
so, and I lived in a very glossy highrise building. It was late
in the evening, and out of the window from so high up we had a
panoramic view of the city, which extended outward for as far as one
could see. My apartment was spacious and filled with modern
furniture and devices. I was with a girl I was friends with
around the time I had the dream, but we were both adults. At the
time I knew her, I was 20 and she was only 15. Her mom and I were
friends and actually encouraged me to date her, but I didn't like the
idea of getting involved with someone that young for all the obvious
reasons. In the dream we were now much older and involved, and it
was a very laconic romantic scene. Just standing there quietly
holding one another and kissing while the soundtrack to Blade Runner
played. The surprising thing was how accurately my mind copied
the style of the music without actually playing a piece from the film.]
Last night I dreamt about your mom giving
me her silent treatment. In the dream we were working in the
garage (although it was a lot cleaner than in reality; you could see
the back wall, for one thing). You asked your mom a question and
she answered you right off. Then I asked her something and she
just went on with whatever she was doing. You asked her something
else and again got an immediate answer. Normally this might be
considered a textbook example of an anxiety dream, that a situation was
either metaphorical or exaggerated, but I don't feel that the dream
differed so much from reality except that the garage was cleaner.
[Their garage really was a disaster. Somewhere around this time I
went through and cleaned the place.]
Last night I dreamt that I had sex with
Charlie's Angels. I can't remember which, but I know I did it
twice with one and once with another. I couldn't come the third
time I tried.
I dreamt that I was at Rocky Horror with
you. There was another dream about guitars, but that's it.
You would think that I would dream about chess or just about anything
else I have been reading, but no. [I was reading about how to
play chess for a while.]
I had some crazy dreams last night.
I dreamt that someone stole my car, but I couldn't remember where I was
when I left it: In Texas at your house or in Florida. [Note: I
have no connection to FL. That was completely arbitrary.]
So I ended up stranded in Florida and hitched a ride on a plane.
Then, when I got back to your place, Ashleigh [our neighbor] tried to
say I had been cheating on you, but everyone knew better because I had
been in Florida. Then a girl I knew from my first couple years in
college moved in to your old place and we hung out together.
Well, somehow I ended up traveling around with some rich, older lady
and hanging out at her place, but then the apocalypse started. We
tried to eat everything before the zombies came around.
After that we drove endlessly looking for safety from the hungry people
and zombies. We drove through the woods and the lamb we were
trying to save and raise for meat jumped out of the jeep and was
immediately devoured by hungry snakes and a griffin. We all
shrugged and went back to reading. One guy was reading a medical
manual proffered to him by the 8-month-pregnant girl who wasn't sure
who was going to be able to deliver her baby.
I had crazy dreams a little while ago that
weird things had happened around my house (which was a combination of
your duplex and my present residence). Things were moving around,
disappearing, and otherwise changing. There were dogs that would
come and go through my house and destroy things. It was
completely nuts. Eventually I found out that you and your dad
were doing it all as a prank to get me back for rearranging the
garage. [This was the garage clean-up I mentioned above.]
When you were straightening up, we discovered that my Steinberger
[guitar] had been underneath a pile of rubble and the it was completely
waterlogged (that's how bad a mess it was in by the end of the
chaos). The finish was completely taken off the guitar; I was so
upset, I was crying (somehow I wasn't concerned about the electronics).
>Barry [a high school friend who
committed suicide]... I've had a couple of dreams lately that he was
I've never had a friend kill him/herself,
but I had a few friends disappear when I didn't have a chance to say
goodbye, and they used to turn up a lot in my dreams. For
example, this one guy named Scott I used to ride the bus with was
really cool. We didn't hang out together anywhere else, but he
was very intelligent compared to the rest of the gang I was around, so
I enjoyed having someone to converse with about sci-fi books and
stuff. I forgot the circumstances now why he moved without me
really finding out much about him, but it was kind of abrupt from my
perspective, so I used to dream every so often that I ran into him and
we got to hang out and catch up. He's the first person who comes
to mind (which is surprising considering I haven't thought about him in
years and actually had to work at getting his name back), but I have
had similar dreams about a number of other people.
>Tell me some of your all-time favorite
movies. Why do you like them?
3. Fight Club- [Discussion about the movie
deleted to get to the part about the dreams.]
For months after I first saw the movie, I
used to dream Fight Club style plots and used the multiple character
disorder plot device, sometimes in very interesting ways. For
example, I had one dream where I had a small army of experts in my
head. They would swap who was dominant as was necessary and fight
Kung Fu style or whatever worked at the moment.
>I still have this uncontrollable urge
to shriek when I see a cockroach zooming across the floor.
This is pretty silly given that a bug
can't harm you in any real way. Another "phobia" I used to have
is snakes. However, this isn't irrational (e.g., I don't recoil
from photographs or captured specimens). I grew up encountering
poisonous snakes, and there was always a danger that I might walk
across one. In fact, last week I was on my bike waiting for
traffic to pass, and a plastic bag blew past, dragging across the
concrete. It was just outside my field of vision, and it sounded
exactly like movement in dry leaves. Once you experience that and
find it's a snake, you don't quickly forget that sound. I looked
really quickly even though I was in the middle of suburbia (then again,
even when we lived in New Orleans, we had snakes in our back yard
periodically). I used to have anxiety dreams where there were
snakes everywhere I stepped and I just couldn't get away from
them. Sometimes it felt like that in [the country when I was a
teenager]. You literally had to watch each and every step you
The other night I dreamt that I had the
letter "R" and I was going to use it responsibly to rid the world of
evil. I woke up with this thought, and all my energy left me when
I found that I no longer had my "R."
I have wanted to see this since it first
came out, but I never have gotten around to it. However, I had a
cool dream a while back that probably blows to movie away. It was
Milla J. running around some huge alien spaceship killing all sorts of
monsters (I don't know if they were supposed to be supernatural or
not). Everything was cavernous throughout the ship, and all the
lights were just weird and wild. It was very atmospheric. I
never cease to be amazed at the amazing things my unconscious mind can
come up with to entertain me.
Last night I had the craziest
dreams. My ex was in some of them at one point, but I couldn't
tell you what all that was about because it didn't make much
sense. I think we were trying to catch weird insects. She
caught this one giant bee that was bigger than a guinea pig and we
pulled all sorts of stingers out of it.
Then I started having Star Wars dreams
where things picked up with Episode VII. The original group was
back: Luke, Han, and Leia. Luke was a full Jedi and was running
around on a space station trying to save Han. The Rebels (now the
guys in power) thought he was a traitor, and only Luke knew
better. Bounty hunters were after the two of them.
Later in the dream I jumped to the
beginning of the movie where the characters are introduced. Han
and Leia lived at my old house in [the country]. They had retired
after the Rebellion. I was actually a character in this part, and
I was waiting for them to arrive at their home. Han and Leia
returned on the Falcon, then their kids showed up, a 14 year-old boy
and 8 year-old twins: a boy and girl... which I believe is exactly what
they had in the novels and comic books. The kids had cooler
vehicles than the Falcon, more like small fighters, highly
maneuverable, which they flew around the back yard before they
landed. I can't remember much more of the dream than that,
although there were many more scenes.
Your dad came over around 9 this morning
and fed the cats. I was still sleeping when he arrived (I was up
late alternating between talk shows and the Hulk... which was
awful!). He took me out of some really neat dreams. I have
this one where I was in the airport and saw a 5 or 6 year old kid pull
out a bag of vintage Star Wars figures. I went over and was
looking through them for any "finds" (e.g., the BLUE
Snaggletooth). Somehow I ended up hanging out with this
super-rich 10-year old kid who had so many Star Wars toys that he had a
room three times the size of your living room and with a 15 foot
ceiling. He had Star Wars toys that would iiinever have been
produced for their cost, like a playset of the Endor base that the
shield generator is on (you only see it in a few shots; that's where
Luke surrenders to Vader and they take the shuttle to the Death Star II
to meet the Emperor) and another one of the original Death Star that
was at least 7 levels high and probably four feet wide and at least 2
feet thick. It was amazing!
I had an awesome Star Wars dream last
night. Dani and I slept like 12 hours or so, and that's the best
way to get really involved dreams. Couple that with the fact that
I don't know much about the next SW film, and you have the makings for
something interesting. In my dream, I was Anakin sometimes and an
observer other times, so it was kind of hard to follow, but the gist
was that the Empire was continuing to grow to the point where all of
Coruscant was completely in the thrall of the Dark Side, not just
political graft. The planet was like a huge cult of the Emperor's
adviser guys you see for about 5 seconds in iiiReturn of the Jedi when
he arrives with his guards. In my dream, the Jedi army (more like
a commando group, actually) covertly landed in the Emperor's stronghold
and we were going to try to cut this cancer out of the galaxy. As
Anakin, I went in and tried to slash these evil guys in this courtyard
of aliens and Sith-lings, but my saber would only hit them like a roll
of cardboard. Apparently the Force was no longer strong enough in
this place, so the Jedi army couldn't do anything and had to
retreat. The dream got screwy at this point because Vader was
already present as an adult and separate character while Anakin was
still a teenager. Vader hypnotized Anakin and some Jedi
girlfriend of his as well as 3 or 4 other minor characters and turned
them into zombies who they could brainwash. However (and the
"film" cuts to another scene here), the rest of the good guys had
escaped to Tatooine where, as the scene starts C-3PO is reenacting the
scene from iiiEmpire where Chewie is choking Lando, only 3PO is choking
Obi-Wan because they left R2 in the Sith stronghold. It turns out
that the good guys planned this from the beginning, and R2 is there to
help them rescue Anakin and destroy the Emperor (à la Lando at
Jabba's palace?). There were other new characters there as well
as Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru (who were now inexplicably at an
intermediate age between AotC and ANH), but I woke up before the story
proceeded. I usually don't have every involved plot developments,
so this was pretty cool to discover.
I talked for a good long while about all
sorts of science stuff with [a female professor] yesterday. It
was a pretty good conversation, and I ragged on her husband a little
bit, which she was okay with. I used to joke about having the
hots for her (maybe in another lifetime... iiisigh), but last night I
had really hot dreams about her. It was, as usual, completely
crazy, so I don't even know where it all began, but you and I went over
to her house... which, naturally, wasn't her house, but was instead
some fancy house from the future. She was making food for a party
which never materialized in the dream. We were hanging out in the
kitchen and you were falling asleep on the couch (yes, it was in the
kitchen for some reason), so she started putting the moves on me.
You woke up and thought it was hot, so you watched while pretending to
sleep. Later, I was going out to my car by myself to go home (it
was morning by now; I think you were going to take a separate car) and
[the professor] and I just totally started getting it on to the point
where I had my hands up her shirt and was all on top of her in the
backseat. It was awesome! I mean, I almost never have sex
dreams, and this was pretty hot.
[Later reply to that...]
>Why couldn't you just fake it and tell
me that the dream was about ME?!
She had (and has) larger breasts!
She was also probably 10+ years younger and was much more emotive, so
technically it was hardly her at all. In fact, the later parts of
the dream were from iiiTerminator 3, where the robots were coming to
take over the city, so we had to evacuate.
Did you start keeping a dream diary?
I always wanted to do that, but I only tried once, back when I was in
high school and didn't have a modern computer or word processor.
The thing is that writing dreams down is really hard work if you're
going to be complete about it or have them make sense. You have
to explain why things are happening as they are in this alien universe,
since the normal assumptions about cause and effect don't necessarily
hold up. Since we got back from Colorado I have been wanting to
write down the dream I had about the "prequel" to "The Perfect Storm,"
but I've never found the time. I think it would make a funny
story, especially given that the premise makes no sense as a
prequel. Unfortunately, I've forgotten so much of it that I
couldn't reconstruct it.
>Do you know anyone famous?
No. I used to dream that I would
meet various "heroes" of mine though. We were always sort of
"buddies" in the dream. It was like we were close even though
they were still superstars. For example, I dreamt I met Eric
Clapton and hung out at his house. He showed me how to play a few
licks that I couldn't pick out on my own (e.g., some of the ones he
played at the SRV tribute show). Another time I dreamt that I was
helping Roger Waters set up this huge concert in a giant arena.
It was like we were partners in the whole thing; he wasn't the ego
maniac he's famous for being.
>I have to tell you about my
That's funny; I had a really intense one
(or more) last night as well. We were exploring this huge canyon
in the middle of a city and found things like old cannons from 200
years or more ago. There were tunnels that fed into the canyon,
but we couldn't find an easy way to access them so we just followed
them from above ground. It was really wild stuff.
I took a nap earlier and had a really wild
dream. Everything that I had experienced in the previous few
hours was incorporated into a holistic scheme. I had been talking
to Ben [a guy I knew who was obsessed with paranormal/ghost hunting]
about orbs (as well as writing the bit earlier in this message), then
reading things by Robert Anton Wilson [philosopher/author] about all of
the things he is interested in, then looking over the urbex [urban
exploration] site, and finally reading a comic book about the end of
the world foretold by alien beings that said humans would evolve into
something cosmic. In my dream I somehow became the next Robert
Anton Wilson and my consciousness wandered with the orbs through all
sorts of tunnels underneath the moon. It was more involved than
that, but I can't reconstruct it all now.
>I had a dream last night about zombies
attacking the city.
I have had a few of these, even when I
hadn't seen any "Dawn of the Dead" sort of movies in a long
while. Usually I have more of the "Omega Man" kind of dreams
where I'm the last one on earth. Everything is peaceful and the
few of us who are left (if anyone else is present) are just waiting for
something to happen. This sounds a lot like the "Left Behind"
storyline, come to think of it. Joseph Campbell would probably
say that this motif is something hardwired and that people share it
enough to have many of them immediately buy into the idea of the
Rapture. Actually, "the Rapture" was an interesting movie.
I mean, you don't have to be Catholic to think "the Exorcist" was cool.
>I also dream about being chased.
My most recurring dream lately touches on
this. In case you never saw this section on my site, Dani and I
(and a handful of friend sometimes as well) go exploring in drainage
systems beneath the city. It's something I've never outgrown, and
in my dreams, I'm always finding my way into strange places like the
insides of secret military complexes. Almost invariably, I'm
discovered and have to bolt for the escape. Fortunately, I always
get away in my dreams.
>I have actually had a dream where I
aided in the surgical removal of a bullet. It was amazing.
Some of the things our subconscious comes
up with defy easy explanation. For example, because I'm such a
movie nut, I'll sometimes dream about a movie that I haven't seen yet,
and it will totally blow away the actual film. Naturally, I have
a bigger budget for special effects and set design in my brain, but
even the premise or the plots are sometimes very original... and yet
they're completely beyond what I would ever think up on my own while I
>I have had alot of sex dreams to the
point of cumming but my body wouldn't let me. Still felt good and I
still woke up wet. I love those kind of dreams.
I wish I had more erotic dreams.
It's funny that we go against gender stereotypes in this regard, but I
dream a lot about finding the "perfect" woman, and I've done this since
at least high school. She's always different, but there are
certain commonalities. However, all that seems to be central is
that we immediately know we're made for one another and fall in love
right from the start. It's so certain that we basically begin
thinking about how we're going to bring our lives together and move
forward. Is that weird or what? I always wake up feeling
good but with a sense of loss because it wasn't real. This is in
spite of the fact that I'm with the perfect girl for me right now.
>I dream about my death a lot. I have
died so many ways.
That's supposed to be a rarity. I
remember having dreams where I knew I was going to die and it was
relatively imminent (e.g., from cancer, not at gunpoint), but it never
I had a late night and only just got up,
but I think my subject line inspired the first part of a huge bunch of
crazy dreams. This included me taking part in some sort of
"Temptation Island" show with all these other couples. I think I
was supposed to be in a couple too, but no one really seemed to be
paired up with anyone else. It wasn't clear what the "rules" were
either. Everyone just flirted with everyone else and there was a
lot of flashing and strip teasing going on, but it was all really
casual. No one ever saw any action, although one guy got pissed
about something and he stormed off. A couple girls went after him
to say that nothing was going on between his girlfriend (whichever one
she was?) and anyone else, but that was the extent of the drama.
Mostly everyone was sunbathing and trying
to look good for one another (and presumably the cameras as well,
although I didn't actually dream up the presence of any), but at one
point we all went off into the woods (?!) to go swimming in a pond
(which some of them did) or to play around in a row boat (which I did
with some other guy there; I guess because I was talking about canoeing
yesterday [We used to rent canoes to explore tunnels]). Somehow I
ended up finding this fruit tree covered with these little yellow
apples in bunches almost like plum-sized grapes. I asked if
anyone else had tried one (biblical metaphor?), and no one had.
Some of them were rotten and filled with bugs (I think this was
prompted by a commercial involving millions of ants that I saw on tv
last night at a restaurant; we had no idea what was going on with the
sound turned down).
Somehow the fruit indicated something
supernatural, and suddenly we're exploring this giant ruined building
(yeah, in the middle of the woods) that was based off of an abandoned
building full of racquetball court at LSU that we used to sneak into
when I was there (You could play guitar in the place and the echo would
last forever). This ended up turning into a giant grocery store
that only had enough items for sale to fill a 7-11. I saw a lady
taking inventory (which probably would have taken all of five minutes),
so I asked her what was going on. She said that the place was
infested by "fox people" that would come out of the walls at night and
steal the food. Apparently these were like American leprechauns,
only they were genuinely feral.
In spite of this, the store was kind of a
social hang-out as well, and Will Smith and some other guy (no, not
Martin Lawrence) were sitting on an empty row of shelves at the front
and talking to people as they came in. I talked to them at a
couple points in the dream (no one seemed to recognize Will Smith since
he had gotten really fat and wasn't wearing any make-up), but the
second time the other guy was all mad and looked like he was on the
verge of tears. I asked him what was wrong and he said that the
store manager pulled him aside and yelled at him for being drunk while
he was hanging out there. In this alternate reality, it was okay
to loiter so long as you're sober.
The story shifted at that point, and it
turned out that one of the guys from the reality show group was a bully
who was picking on kids. I magically ended up with a plastic
kid's baseball bat, and that was to be my instrument of swift
justice. Unfortunately, I never found the guy, and before long I
was trying to find my way home. Again, I was wandering through
the woods and ended up at the house where I spent my teenage years in
rural Louisiana. For some reason I thought my dad lived there
(and, no, I don't have abandonment issues; I just talked to him on the
phone yesterday about getting my cousin to do my taxes), so I go up to
the place and find that some twenty-somethings are living there.
They say he's through the woods down a trail (which really existed back
when we lived there, but I've been back since then --just last xmas, in
fact-- and found that it's overgrown now).
In spite of this fantastical development,
I end up at my parents' house and seemed to be there to stay.
(Ironically, this is *exactly* the same house as the one in the woods
that I visited on the way here. [While driving home to visit my
parents, I stopped off and explored an abandoned house in the middle of
nowhere.]) The only problem is that I'm supposed to still be in
college and I find that I'm skipping classes by living at home several
hundred miles from school (which, for some reason, never occurred to me
up until then). I go into a panic about the fact that I've missed
an exam in a math class and I have no idea what's going on in another
of my classes, so I'm trying to read tons of material while my folks
and my ex wife (who is suddenly living there with me!) keep bugging me
to get something to eat.
And then Dani called and woke me up to ask
if I could pick up some groceries so we'll have something to feed the
friends (and their kids) who are coming over tonight.
>I had a dream a few weeks ago that I
was in a literature class reading this fantastic story about good
people...I know it sounds lame, but somehow, in this story it became
cool to be good, I mean really deep, and the students were so
enthralled with the story that they all set out be do-gooders.
I've had a few of these. I like
these really cosmic dreams where a single idea becomes the central
focus that you think will change the world. I'm generally an
optimistic person, otherwise I wouldn't be writing people to get them
to write intelligent profiles [I used to tease people on MySpace if
they had a lame profile, particularly if they featured any
clichés of the site], so I know where you're coming from with
>I almost never dream about people I
really know, either. Only a few times in my entire life.
I wouldn't say I never do, but it's the
exception. For example, last night I dreamt that I was in a
live-action version of the original Robotech series with some
(inevitable) elements of Star Wars thrown in. It didn't make a
lot of sense, but I had a fancy bow and set of special arrows that I
used to fight aliens that were landing in our city on the SFD-1
spaceship. I was friends with Han Solo's son also (he even wore
the black vest) and we were fighting aliens at an arcade. It was
>I hope all is well with you and you're
getting less stressed about starting work.
Not too much stress, although I've had a
number of anxiety dreams. For example, last night I dreamt that I
had a job at Circuit City (the electronics store). I had only
been there for one day of training (much like I had in real life with
school), but then I couldn't remember which store I worked at or how I
got there (which sort of made sense because I just made up that
particular store in my head). Then, when I was trying to get
dressed to go to work, I found that my dress shirt was too small and it
ripped right up the back. Anxiety!
I had this crazy Star Wars dream that
juxtaposed elements from several different episodes in ways that didn't
make any sense and then some! Specifically, there were two groups
of characters running around in some industrial type complex, basically
like an abandoned building like I am wont to explore from time to
time. One group consisted of bad guys such as the emperor, Jango
Fett, and some other villains, while the good guys included (believe it
or not) Chancellor Palpatine (aka the emperor), Boba Fett (from Empire
Strikes Back; yes, I know he's a bad guy too), and several
others. The obvious guys like Luke or Vader weren't among either
Oddly enough, a little later in the dream
I was somehow aboard the Millennium Falcon with several of the "good
guys" (a different group this time), and I also somehow knew this was a
movie... and apparently yet another part of the saga. The
weirdest thing was that this time Chewbacca wasn't talking in wookie
language; he was actually speaking. And the worst part of it was
that he talked like Dan Ackroid or John Belluci. He was narrating
what he was doing and acting all cocky. In other words, he was an
obnoxious version of Han Solo (who, in fact, was nowhere to be
found). I remember thinking to myself, "I can't believe they made
this change to the series. The fans are going to be pissed!"
>Any idea where the bizarre dream came
I'm better at most people at figuring out
where things came from in my dreams. I will usually remember
things that happened the day before and see how it triggered
something. Of course, I'm only seeing how particular elements
originated. I'm always fascinated at the ability of my
unconscious mind to generate things that are so much more detailed and
original than I could come up with consciously, especially since my
dreams weave everything together all at once.
>Yeah, my dreams aren't too obscure.
Mine aren't in terms of their meaning, but
they are sometimes so original that I think the images belong to
>...they're like little interactive
movies - horribly unrealistic in the sense that they always have happy
One of the recurring dreams I have with
happy endings is that I find the *perfect* girl for me. She never
looks the same from one dream like that to the next, but I always fall
completely in love with her and she for me, but it isn't always a happy
ending. It's more like I've just gotten started with something
that will now be sort of complicated, like I have to start reorganizing
A lot of the really cool dreams I've had
even in my childhood had things wrong with them. For example, I
had one when I was in elementary school where I had my own
lightsaber. It was real, but it didn't work very well. It
would keep cutting out and didn't always turn on. In the dream I
was just showing it to friends (not fighting Darth Vader), so it was
kind of embarrassing.
Similarly, I dreamt once (also when I was
in elementary school) that I and a couple of my friends had angel
wings. We were trying to fly with them, but all we could do was
to get a running start and glide for a short stretch at a time, maybe 2
or 3 hundred feet and only about 50 feet up. Still, it was really
>And then I'll go for months having
only one kind of dream
I haven't had this experience.
They're all quite different; only the themes or central features are
the same, but never the "plot" or characters.
> - every night someone is trying to
kill me and I have to escape. Sometimes they do kill me. Sometimes I
kill them. Somebody usually dies in those.
My understanding is that this is thought
to only occur in deeply disturbed people. I don't know whether to
disregard this generalization or to really, really worry about you.
When I was a kid, there were several
dreams I had in which I was going to die. I never actually did in
any of them, however. The one I remember was me wandering around
and trying to get funeral services arranged. I was maybe 8 or so,
so I had no idea what this involved. As a result, the dream
didn't make a lot of sense to describe. For example, at one point
I bought yams from a guy selling them from a bucket as he walked the
streets around my elementary school. Apparently, this was
required for the funeral. See, I told you it wouldn't make any
For years now I've had recurring dreams
(which always look different, but same plot) in which I find a secret
tunnel that invariably leads into some sort of X-Files type of
government lab. I sneak around and am almost caught, but I escape
back out the tunnel again. I have no idea where this comes
from. Nothing like this has ever happened in real life, but I
think the dreams impel me to continue the search. Or maybe they
are just a reflection of something intrinsic that inspires the
dreams. Who knows.
I have a handful of recurring
dreams. Probably the theme I've had the most recently has been
about exploring places. I dream that I find large abandoned
houses or factories or tunnels that lead into places like giant
military complexes. They wouldn't mean much to anyone without a
sense of adventure.
I had some really terrific dreams a couple
nights ago. Earlier that day I had read a Star Wars comic bok I
ran across at the library. It's this interesting series called
"Infinities" where they explore parallel universes where the stories of
the Star Wars saga were twisted around and ended up completely
different. In this one, the first movie ends where Luke's torpedo
doesn't blow up the Death Star. They have to retreat, and Yavin
is blown up. Han and Luke think that Leia was killed, but she
managed to get off the planet, only to be captured by Vader (something
she's really, really good at, of course).
Luke goes to Dagobah to train with Yoda
while Han and Chewie continue on as smugglers. Leia is brought
before the Emperor. She hates him, but Vader tempts her with the
same plan as he put to Luke: that they would take over the Empire from
Palpatine. She trains under him for the next few years while Luke
continues with his training, each thinking the other was killed.
Five years pass, and Han finally returns
to Dagobah to pick up Luke. Han has seen video footage of Leia
being elevated to one of the top positions in the Empire. He
freaks and tells Luke about it. Yoda reveals the relationship
between Luke and Leia and Vader before the heroes head for
Coruscant. They fly the Millenium Falcon into the Death Star (now
christened the Justice Star and in orbit of Coruscant), and Yoda uses
his mind tricks to take control of the Death/Justice Star while the
Falcon continues on to Coruscant below where Chewie drops off Han and
The two heroes confront Leia, Vader, and
the Emperor. Leia is goaded into fighting Luke, but Luke reveals
the relationships. Vader is shocked to learn the Emperor had kept
this information from him (which was why he had pursued Leia earlier in
the story), and he fights off the Emperor. The "family" escape
just as Yoda crashes the entire Death Star into the Emperor's palace,
killing both of them (and probably thousands more in addition to the
thousands Yoda killed earlier using the Death Star to destroy the
Imperial fleet). The end is pretty much the same though where
Vader is too weakened from his fight, so he takes off his helmet before
Anyway, long story, but I thought it was
an interesting twist (especially given my disappointment with
RotJ). The night after I read it, I dreamt that I was Luke and
that Vader and I were storming the Emperor's palace to rescue
Leia. In my version, Vader had turned to good again earlier
somehow, and Leia was still good. The Emperor was the only bad
guy left, but the Empire was fairly strong. Vader and I went in
with just a couple light sabers and just started fighting bad guys like
There wasn't much substance to the dream,
but it was exceptional for me in a number of ways. For one thing,
I rarely have "name brands" in my dreams. Things are usually
jumbled around from a variety of influences. I almost never see
fully-formed characters in their original incarnations. I also
got the lightsaber to work. Things rarely work properly in my
dreams. Either they never work or they do things that are
unexpected. It was a really weird dream.
>I had a terrible dream last night
about muslim men in a group spanking this woman, who was dressed like
she was from Saudi Arabia. In retrospect, it was like watching a
bad porn clip but it felt like a horrible nightmare.
It's weird how dreams can be like
that. I remember having a dream years ago [sometime around 1995]
where I was in some sort of cult. I didn't want to be a member,
so they killed some woman and (somehow) it was going to be pinned on me
if I left the group. I woke up feeling terrible and the feeling
stayed with me all day.
>A current [dream] theme for me are
modern day apocalypse mixed with holocaust killing scenes.
Like violent scenes? I usually dream
post-apocalyptic things that are more like the "Omega Man" scenario
where I'm the last man on earth (or there are only a very few people
left, maybe ~1% of the population or so). It's like the rapture
I had a couple crazy dreams last
night. Did you see "Stealth"? I dreamt that Jamie Foxx's
character was played by Will Smith (only he still looked like Jamie
Foxx). He was in love with Jessica Biel's character. There
was some scene where he was preaching to a bunch of guys about how he's
going to steal Jessica and she overheard him and tried to get away on
one of the planes. Somewhere during the course of the dream I
ended up with her topless. She was lamenting her small breasts
and I told her I liked them. Then I ended up flying around on one
of the planes and even flying it underwater which was pretty cool (if
completely unbelievable) and I shot off a few missiles just to make the
water splash like in the movie. I had another dream later where I
was walking my neighbor home from somewhere. She was drunk so she
was sort of tipsy and really flirty. I think she flashed me or
something and I pinched her nipple afterwards. Why the breast
dreams all of a sudden?
A dream I had:
Christopher (the guy with the nose) from
"The Sopranos" is ambushed and caught in his own home by some heroine
dealers and forced to negotiate with them to let them deal on the
Soprano's turf. He resists them, so they shoot him full of
heroine. This has the opposite effect as intended, however, as
Christopher is actually a junky and needed a fix. Now Christopher
is suddenly a wheeler-dealer. He begins speaking so articulately
about complex economic principles that the heroine ring have to follow
what he says to do or he'll use his John Nash-like math abilities to
drive them out of business with just the power of his Nobel
The heroine dealers turn him loose, but
they stay in his house, locking themselves inside. They may have
lost this round, but they're going to squat on the property until they
can gain the upper hand again. This leads Christopher to bring
Tony Soprano in on the situation. Tony sends out a bulletin on
MySpace to call over there via his calling card (he posts the number)
and to annoy the fuck out of these guys. I give them a call
(because apparently Tony's on my friends list?!), and I bug them until
they hang up and block my number.
Next, one of Tony's cousins is brought
in. She's a mutant who is part wolverine (Yeah, I wonder where I
got that idea from), and she sneaks along the side of the house looking
for an entrance. Meanwhile, another one of the family's allies
comes in, a girl who has the ability to make ghosts appear (whether by
conjuring spirits or just causing hallucinations, I'm not sure; I
didn't look up her profile). The "ghosts" inside the house scare
the fuck out of the heroine gang, so they run out the front door of the
house without even checking if it's safe. As it turns out that's
where Tony and the boys have been waiting, and they finally bust them.
[A response to that after the above was
posted on MySpace]
>Can I have some of the drugs you're
Heh, I don't know where that dream came
from. I only have intense ones like that when I manage to sleep a
long time, which is what happened in this case. I had also
recently watched a dvd of the Sopranos, and Christopher had just gotten
out of rehab. However, the X-men and supernatural elements were
kind of out of nowhere (maybe because of the commercials for the new
dvd? I don't know; I haven't actually seen the movie). More
surprisingly, most of my dreams lack a plot, but this one flowed in a
logical way with interesting turnabouts.
I was having a pretty good one this
morning that involved the doctor from "Lost" on some kind of a quest
from out of a video game. It was a lot more interesting than
that, but my partner put our hyper and asthmatic (bad combination)
foster pug into the bed with me and I was awakened by this wheezing
little fat dog tramping across me. Damn. No tv-themed
follow-up dream bulletin for next week.
>I have fucked up dreams all the time
myself. A lot of mine are recurring, but don't have any plot or
anything. They're like an acid trip that I've been on over and over.
Do you have any exploring dreams? My
recurring one in that category is always completely different in
details, but the synopsis is essentially the same: I go into a tunnel
through a secret entrance (like maybe it's hidden in a remote field or
there's an inconspicuous hatchway behind some buildings). My
friends and I make our way through the tunnel until we are able to exit
inside some sort of secret complex (an aircraft hanger or a factory,
for example, apparently involved in a nefarious scheme by a villain
from a James Bond film) and sneak around in there for a while.
Then, unexpectedly, we are discovered by someone at the place and are
forced to run off. Of course, we are privy to the existence of
the secret tunnel, so we managed to get into that during the chase, and
the guards never catch up to us. The whole dream is usually very
vague in terms of which friends of mine are with me, why the tunnel is
there, the specific purpose of the complex, etc.
Another dream I had:
I was one of the engineers involved in
designing one of the largest battleships ever built. It was up in
dry dock, but was getting ready to be let out to sea. We had to
lower the ship from chains, which had to manually be unjacked (jacked
down?) from (only!) four points. The sea was getting rough, so we
were trying to get it released quickly, but the mechanism kept getting
I decided to get everyone motivated.
I told them that I just heard on the news that there was an alien
invasion on its way across the ocean (why they wouldn't attack from
behind the moon instead like any normal alien invasion, I don't
know). Everyone started scrambling around like crazy at that
point, and they finally got the ship into the water... presumably after
an enemy who wasn't there.
After that, I left the giant hanger where
the ship was constructed, and I walked down the street where I was
picked up by George Bush. He looked really old, but he was
actually pretty funny (obviously this was a dream because he was making
jokes that would go over his head in reality). "You're a really
likeable guy, but I don't agree with you on anything in your policies,"
I told him. He didn't seem terribly bothered by that (much like
the real guy, come to think of it), and I got out a few blocks later.
We had been driving through a crowded
region downtown somewhere, like maybe San Francisco (only much
flatter), and there was some sort of street festival going on.
There as an exhibition by real(?!) ghosts who looked like something out
of Disney World's "Haunted House" ride. They were doing some sort
of a dance where they would disappear into the pavement and come up
again. They weren't really trying to be scary though, and were in
fact coordinating their various monochrome color schemes (e.g., pale
yellow, light orange, for faded light green) to make the dance more
I went a little further down the street,
and there was a section where you could meet movie and tv celebs who
were just assigned a spot along the wall in this one area. Oddly
enough, they were hardly swamped with visitors and admirers, so they
were competing for attention. Bill Murray was trying to get me to
listen to a routine while Jon Stewart was narrating the scene as though
for a news story. The genuinely funny celebrities were taking
advantage of the situation and were doing improv sketch comedy while
the no-talent actors didn't have a script to tell them what to say just
stayed back away from everyone. Julia Roberts, for example, sat
around like a bump on a log.
In the next building over, there was
another arrangement of celebs like before, only in this one they were
selling things. For instance, J.Lo was selling used books.
She was all really serious though (I think she was my take on a friend
of mine's girlfriend who resents it when she tries to tell a story
seriously and we all have to jump in and flesh out the humorous
elements that she's completely glossing over). J.Lo. tried to
give me this book on nudity in film. I was like, "Uh, no
thanks. I'm an expert on that," and reminded her I saw her naked
in "Desperado." (Yes, I know that was actually Salma Hayek, but
my sleeping brain doesn't distinguish among members of my mental file
of "Latin Women Who Annoy Me.") She tried to push another couple
books on me, and I moved on.
Back outside I ended up at some kind of
assortment of S&M/drama groups who had set up booths in which
barely-dressed people were whipping other barely-dressed people.
It was like the Rubber Ball meets a Renaissance fair.
Understandably, it was a bit noisy in this part of the street with all
these little groups performing their sketches (and there was a bit of
screaming since the props were real). Maybe that's what woke me
>The Omega Man dream is a pretty good
one, I've had that myself. Don't think I was a man though. What do you
think it means if in some of my tornado dreams, the tornadoes look like
huge, really long curly fries?
You need to cut back on the trans fats,
but that's a good idea regardless. Do your dreams make sense to
you? I can usually tell where various things came from, but it's
in an obscure code of sorts. It's more like oblique references to
things in my waking life than anything a dream interpretation book
could nail down on a one-to-one relationship (e.g., snakes = whatever).
I had a really crazy dream last
night. You ever wake up from a dream, and you're really affected
by it? I get those every once in a while, and it almost doesn't
matter what the subject of the dream is whether it affects me or
not. The one last night was really weird. Dani and I were
trying to get pregnant [For context, this was a year and a half before
we actually tried], only we were going to use a surrogate for some
reason, but Dani didn't even want to use one of her eggs, so
technically the surrogate was going to be the mom. Dani didn't
look like herself, but somehow that was who she was supposed to be
(This happens a lot in my dreams). Since she was being a bitch
about things, I ended up in a relationship with the surrogate, even
though this meant (by the logic of the dream) that we were going to
lose the kid to evil Dani. (No, that makes absolutely no sense
considering we were the biological parents.) I have no idea what
to read into any of that.
Ever since I woke up, I've had this
really, really weird feeling like something's missing. I miss the
surrogate who I fell in love with. It's just bizarre because I
don't even know anyone like her, and I barely even remember what she
looked like in the dream. This is seriously weird.
Somehow that dream shifted into another
one in which I was at a music store that seemed to double as a live
music place. They had a stage that they were setting up with
equipment (and even fog machines) for a band that was going to come on
later that night. I was messing around with guitars there, but I
was also supposed to be with my students. They were supposed to
be college students, but they looked and acted a lot younger.
Somewhere along the way I ended up with a guitar that had maybe 36
frets (a typical one usually has between 21 and 24), but the higher
ones triggered all sorts of electronics such as arpeggiators. For
example, you might play a chord, but then you would run your hand over
those high frets, and the guitar would break the chord apart into
individual notes and play them really fast and in random
patterns. It was very, very cool.
I dreamt that my dogs and the cat that
lives here (that I never call *my* cat) managed to not only get out of
the back door, but also made their way into the neighbor's back yard
behind us. In reality, there's an elementary school directly
behind us, but in the dream there wasn't even a fence, just a
continuous yard. The neighbor had a fox for a pet, and I worried
that the dog(s) would fight with it, so I chased after the animals into
the neighbor's house.
Once I was in the house, I was sitting on
the floor in a hallway trying to call the animals back to me from
opposite directions. It turned out there was a small party going
on there which was populated by (mostly) people from a party I went to
a few weeks ago. A lady turned up in a perpendicular part of the
hallway and asked me what I was doing. She was a cross between a
professor I had in grad school and a lady I used to work with. I
didn't want to seem like I was being anti-social at the party, so I got
up and started mingling.
It turned out to be something like a high
school graduation party, but eventually I found you there. People
were excitedly running around and talking to one another like it was
the last time they were going to see one another. I managed to
steer you to one of the back rooms in the house so I could talk to you,
though it meant fending off people so we could have some privacy.
I had to seriously ask you if you had seen my dogs. Now why this
required privacy, I have no idea, but you were disappointed because you
thought I was going to ask you to make out. I realized that, hey,
that wouldn't be such a bad idea, so we kissed for a second, then the
dream shifted to where we were leaving for a trip somewhere. I
was loading up my car to head across what was apparently a barren
area. My uncle was there offering me fish he had in his freezer,
but I explained to him that they wouldn't keep on the trip across the
desert in just an ice chest (and how would I cook them?).
Somehow I found myself at a cd store with
maybe twenty people. It was sort of a party there as well, though
I really didn't know anyone. These armored aliens showed up and
were about 10 feet tall. They rounded us up and said they were
going to experiment on us. They killed a couple people right away
when they struggled.
Somehow it jumped ahead 500 years, and we
were all still trapped in the store. The aliens had allowed most
of us to live forever, but had killed off everyone else in the
world. Outside the store, you could see there was nothing but
desert because their destruction had been so thorough, but there were
maybe a dozen of us left and we all had super powers somehow.
Yeah, it was completely nuts.
>I have to ask...did you find your dogs
[in the dream]?
No, but the whole thing shifted.
From what I've heard, you don't really have just one dream at night;
there are multiple dreams, but when you try to remember them, they sort
of stitch themselves together. It's pretty obvious where this is
for me because I have to begin a new paragraph that begins with
"Somehow" by way of explaining that I have no idea how this new section
is connected to the old one.
>I guess there could be worse places
then being trapped in a cd store with cool people. However I would be
bad if you didn't have electricity or a cd player. or worse yet all
Country Music selections..... That would have turned your dream in to a
I think we did without all that
stuff. It was almost like we were in a bomb shelter. It was
the old cd store that was in the mall [in the town where we went to
college together], believe it or not. It was where the store used
to be located back when we first started college, not where it moved to
a few years later.
>You cant go wrong with super
powers! That is great.
We were supposed to be like the X-Men or
something, although I don't know what we could do. One chick was
supposed to be Storm, I think.
>You are right, that is crazy! I
usually don't remember my dreams or I wake up and have all good
intention to write it down but I am too tired to look for a bloody
pen. By morning it is more of a deja vu. I just need more
I take the Alphasmart [small text-only
laptop-type device] with me at night and write in bed before I fall
asleep. If I'm lucky, I'll remember things early in the morning
and start writing away on it while it's handy.
I had some crazy dreams last night.
I wish I remembered more, but I dreamt that I was riding my bike across
the country. I was traveling really far, and it was supposed to
be a permanent move. It was obviously metaphorical whereas a lot
of my other dreams are just a bunch of things in my life all mashed
together in weird ways.
I had crazy dreams last night thanks to
time-traveling [This is a term I used for looking up people from my
past. I had an on-going writing project about this at the
time]. I dreamt that I was going to "prom" with some girl who was
a year younger than me who I went to high school with. Oddly
enough, I had never even spoken to her before and couldn't even tell
you anything about her then or now; she was just someone I saw in a
yearbook who I thought was cute. In the dream the "prom" was this
bizarre series of events like going down water slides (yes, in formal
dress). It didn't make any sense at all.
>It's so funny I woke up to your Oscar
Wilde quotes today. Last night I had a dream about being in an old
record store and there was actually a band called "Oscar Wilde!" The
letters were all scrawled in that heavy metal way, so you could barely
tell what it said. One of them had a picture on the back that had him
drawn with a fist looking all metal! The cashier couldn't understand
why I was freaking out and buying all the albums.
I used to dream all sorts of crazy things
about comic books back when I was into them in junior high and high
school. I would put rock stars in them and make up new
ones. When I got into Pink Floyd, I was trying to figure out the
story of The Wall from the lyrics and the paintings inside the
album. I hadn't seen the movie yet, but the images were enough to
send my mind whirling, and I had this crazy dream that "Pink" was this
adventure character in the future, like in Logan's Run or
something. The city was all futuristic, and he was being chased
around in it. Crazy stuff. I was actually disappointed once
I saw the movie.
[I loved the contrast between the
straight-lined bricks on the cover of "The Wall" and the sloppy brush
stroked writing. Then when you open it up there’s this whole
alien world inside with these distorted characters and this caricature
of a stadium that's so huge that it's curling back on itself.
Then there are all these futuristic effects-laden sounds throughout the
whole album, especially tracks like "Empty Spaces," where there's a
loop of industrial noise that serves as the percussion. All that
came together in my head and turned the album into an adventure
film. There was a huge, oppresive city in which a character was
trying to escape. He was in a building like a parking garage, and
he was racing down the spiral it formed. A giant glossy black
ball was chasing him like the massive stone in "Raiders of the Lost
Ark." Absolutely nothing to do with the actual story or setting
of the movie, but that's what my mind concocted out of all these
Last night I dreamt I took a friend to see
"The Golden Compass," but I was angry afterward because it didn't have
the armored bears or the action scenes I expected. When I woke up
I realized that was because I've been listening to the audiobook on my
iPod, and I'm not to the parts with the armored bears or the big
battles. Also, I almost never go see movies more than once unless
I'm fanatical about them (e.g., Fight Club, Contact, or a Star Wars
sequel). And besides, my friend already saw the movie *and* read
the book anyway, so the whole dream was a huge waste of time.
I dreamt I was directing Pink Floyd's
"Live at Pompei" concert they filmed in 1972. Somehow I was both
aware of the future and yet in the past directing a concert film I saw
about a year ago. Things weren't going well; the stage hands were
lazy and not listening to me in the meetings, etc. I was stressed
I've had stress-dreams over the years
where I'm placed in impossible situations, but the one nightmare I
really remember was one I think I told you about in which I was
blackmailed by a cult who killed a woman and were going to make me take
the blame for it. I woke up from that literally sick to my
stomach, and that lasted for hours after the fact.
>I've had a couple of other[lucid
dream]s, but they only involved telling tornadoes to go away.
My ex used to have them all the time like
this. She would realize that something was unrealistic and that
would snap her into the fact she was in a dream. I've never
had that happen. Most of my dreams are fairly random and don't
have a lot of plot or cause-and-effect logic. Something happens
and then, no consequence, something else happens irrespective of that.
>I had another flying dream recently
that involved carrying people from place to place like I was some sort
of air taxi. They're supposed to be related to lucid dreams, but I'm
Just before summer started, I had a series
of dreams about hang gliding. They weren't terribly realistic
with respect to aeronautics, but they were a lot of fun. I could
just lift off a hill and then coast around pretty much wherever I
wanted to go. In one of them I went with [another friend] and two
of our mutual friends. We were out in the country somewhere and
would just pick up and fly from one spot to the next. At one
point she and I flew off on our own around the snowy top of the
mountain and fought a polar bear by attacking it like we were
birds. Made no sense, but it was very cinematic.
I found it was too hard to keep [a dream
journal] because I had to explain the context. If I wrote it down
as I saw it, most of them didn't make much sense to a reader or even me
once I had forgotten what prompted specific things.
Wet dreams were always weird to me because
I was only vaguely aware that I had an erection. In several of
them, I dreamt I was urinating, which is effectively what it is since
that's more about excretion than anything sexual. I guess that's
an example of ejaculation without orgasm, technically, although I was
never awake to tell what led up to it.
>I've had orgasms while dreaming
before. Not always to dreams that would precipitate it, though.
I remember a wet dream I had in which I
was dressed as Frank'n'Furter and running through the woods away from
something possibly supernatural. I was trying to climb a tree,
and then I came. Very weird. Another Rocky-related one I
recall was that I was trying to urinate in the bathrooms at a theater
showing RHPS. It was one I had completely made up and all the
urinals were covered in plastic sheets for some reason. Obviously
both of these were when I was in my late teens back when wet dreams and
RHPS were more common features in my life.
>How was Thanksgiving?
Not too bad. I'll post my best
stories from it later. Right now I'm sick with a bad cold.
It started the last night I was there and came on so quickly that I was
nauseous from shivering. I slept in all my clothes to keep warm
and was really messed up all night, could barely sleep. I had
dreams that my organs were being replaced and I would wake up a
different person. It was a bad deal. I wasn't as sick the
next night, but the cold is pretty strong right now.
[Alt. version from an email to a different
friend. She and I were out together the night I came down with
the cold. It was literally the sickest I have ever been in my
I'm moving through the symptoms rapidly
though. I really should have just called it a night early, but I
wanted to hang out with you. By the time we left IHOP, I was
really sick feeling in every kind of way. That night I had a bad
fever, but I was freezing. I wore my clothes to bed, but could
barely sleep. When I did sleep I dreamt that my organs were being
replaced by evil people who were keeping me sedated so I couldn't
move. I though I would wake up a different person at the end of
the night when the process was complete. It was horrible. I
wasn't sure I'd be able to drive home. I assumed I'd be staying
over an extra day.
The next morning I felt a lot better
though. My throat wasn't as sore, no fever, and none of the other
symptoms (i.e., coughing, stopped-up nose) had shown up yet.
Those are all passing through now, and I'm taking several different
meds all the time. The fact that they're here this quickly might
mean it will be over sooner than usual. I hope anyway. I
also hope you don't have the same version of this as I do or at least
that you'll be more immune to it.
[I later realized that I was having a
"fever dream." I had previously assumed that was just an
expression, but I believe I was so sick that I was hallucinating in my
sleep. My dad had a similar experience lng before I was born, in
which he had a high fever while he was traveling. The fever
caused him to hallucinate that everyone had the same face, or at least
every man looked the same and every woman looked the same.
Similarly, the people in my dreams were all faceless entities. Of
note also is the fact that the dream seemed to go on all night, as
though the process of replacing my organs was an hours-long
operation. When I woke up the next morning, I was drenched in
sweat from the fever (plus sleeping in all my cloths and under two
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I woke Dani up laughing in my sleep.
She woke me up asking me what I was
laughing about, and I couldn't even tell her because I was still
laughing so hard.
In my dream there was a guy who was a
master prank caller. He would go someplace other than his home
and tap into the phone system there to anonymize or at least misdirect
the source of his calls. For one set of calls, he dressed as a
nurse (think Joker in iiiDark Knight) and kept his recording equipment
hidden beneath some linens on a rolling instrument cart. He'd
plug into a phone jack in a hallway while pretending to tie his
shoe. He wouldn't even have to unplug it because he had cleverly
broken off the snap that locks it into the jack; he'd just roll away
when he needed to disconnect, especially if he needed to make a quick
get-away. (My subconscious didn't bother to solve the problem of
how he managed to look inconspicuous talking on a phone mounted on a
cart in plain view in a hospital hallway.)
Not only was he a master of the
technology, the guy was the Frank Gorshin of his medium. The
voice he adopts for this series of prank calls is a kindly older woman,
probably a grandmother just working part time for a little extra income
in her retirement. The supposed grandmother uses a soft-sell
approach hawking magazine subscriptions. She excuses herself for
interrupting whatever anyone was doing, but she has a lot of different
titles at very low rates.
One family takes "her" up on the offer and
subscribes to iiiSports Illustrated. She says great, but there's
a slight problem which is why they're able to offer the magazines so
cheaply. Apparently, she explains very matter-of-factly, a hacker
had gotten into their system and ruined things. Now whenever they
go to mail out subscriptions, the address labels would have the correct
house numbers and such, but --and she's terribly sorry about this--
would they mind too much that they were addressed to "The Projectile
I dreamt that I went over to my ex's
parents' house. I haven't been by there in years, but apparently
I had something to return to them. I pulled up in front of their
place at night, and it was windy like it was getting ready to
storm. It's a relatively rural home with nothing developed around
it, but in my dream there was a fence added around the place, but it
was only a couple feet high like a baby gate. Just as I pulled
up, a black cat jumped the fence. I got out and opened the gate
and pulled in. The house itself had changed. All the front
had become flat and featureless instead of a front porch and windows
and gables. It was a small office building. As I looked to
the left where there was once an empty field with a wooded area not far
from the house beyond it, there were now two four-story professional
buildings, all black glass and steel.
I went inside and my ex brother-in-law was
watching tv. The house still resembled their original home, but
the floorplan had changed. The kids' bedrooms upstairs were now
office space for whatever this operation was. He and I talked for
a bit. He said that he and I were still friends (in reality we
weren't really all that close), but that his parents really didn't like
me at all (which in reality probably wasn't true since I always got
along with them and held the moral high ground as of the divorce from
their daughter). A short time later his dad (who really didn't
look like his dad) passed through and hardly acknowledged me.
Later a swarm of fifteen kids came through and wanted to know what we
were doing. We were like, "Go away," and they left.
My ex-brother-in-law asked if I wanted to
see the rest of the place, the new additions and all. We went
into the next building where there was a huge futuristic bar on the
first floor, all glass and steel with lots of neon strip lights in
yellows and blues and purples. It was almost completely devoid of
walls separating it into different areas or rooms, just a giant
space. Even though I didn't notice any cars outside when I
arrived earlier, the bar was fairly crowded. Barack Obama showed
up at one point with a small entourage of four to six bodyguards.
I talked to him for a bit and realized that I wasn't nervous around
him; meeting him didn't seem like a big deal. I commented on this
saying, "You're very approachable." Later he put on a blonde wig
and did funny voices and characters.
>I keep meaning to tell you about this
dream I had a week or so ago. We (me, you, Dani, [her boyfriend at the
time]) were in a New York restaurant w/ a group of ppl, but we kept
talking about going to Hollywood, which was apparently just a few
blocks away. We were all out at dinner when you and I got bored and
decided to go to a haunted house. Once there, you stole a costume from
someone inside and posed as a statue outside the door. Then when no one
else was looking we ran back to the restaurant. You went into the
bathroom to change clothes. When you came out, you were Neil Patrick
Harris and you were wearing a pilot uniform.
>I had been watching a lot of Nick at
Night at work before I went to bed that morning and Neil P. Harris was
in a lot of commercials because he's hosting the TV Land awards or
something like that. So that's where he came from. I always have such
vivid dreams when I sleep during the day. I wonder if that's because I
sleep so much better, or if it's because there's natural sunlight
outside or if it's because my brain is just more active during the day.
The colors are always brighter and the dreams are always much more
That's hilarious! Your dreams sound
a lot like mine: Lots of illogical leaps incorporating random bits from
life in random ways. The main difference is that I rarely dream
about real people. Dani and my friends almost never show up in
them, although celebrities do.
Last night was an exception though.
I dreamt that I was in the GI Joe team, and my crew was going to
infiltrate this warehouse Cobra was using as a base of
operations. (This scenario was lifted from the episode of
Torchwood (a BBC sci-fi series) I watched last night.) Actually,
the warehouse was more like a grounded cargo freighter. I was
like Batman in that I could totally predict when someone was running
down a hall exactly when they'd get to me. The Baroness was
running down a passage and I just stood there near a window in an
adjacent hall. The second she got near me, I just swung this kama
(ninja weapon; looks like a scythe) and nailed her in the shoulder
taking her out of commission. Destro escaped though, and ran off
down another hallway.
Somehow Dani and I were Destro and the
Baroness in disguise as ourselves (i.e., the opposite of Halloween
[Dani and I were those characters the previous Halloween]) and were
trying to evade the cops. We ended up at an really old Walmart
and I noticed that the cops penned my car in so when I returned to it
in the parking lot, I wouldn't be able to leave. I doubled back
on foot, but the cops cornered me an I had to give up. They
caught Dani at the same time as she was trying to meet up with
me. Then two Mexican guys came up and tried to give us back our
dogs, only they weren't our dogs. They started off as chihuahuas,
but then they changed into larger mutts and I had to hold one by the
throat to keep it from biting me. Then I woke up.
Last night I dreamt about [my son Stan]
for the first time [This was when Dani was six-months pregnant with
him]. It wasn't very far in the future, but somehow he had jumped
from being a newborn to age 4 or 5. He looked exactly like me at
that age though. It was very surreal talking to and carrying a
younger version of myself.
I dreamt last night that [a friend who I
go exploring with] was killed in a tunnel. I wasn't with him at
the time, but I was at his apartment waiting for him to come back from
an expedition. A couple guys he had gone with came back and told
me about it. Apparently he jumped from one ledge to another and
hit his head which either killed him or knocked him unconscious and he
drowned. I remember thinking that it was a good thing he got to
see [a mutual friend]'s band play (which he did last weekend in
reality) before he died. Then his mom came down from Vermont
where he's from and collected his stuff. I told her I understood
how she felt because I had just lost my mom [which was true; my mom
passed away roughly a month earlier]. It was very strange for me
because most of the details were right and plausible except how he got
killed, although he does explore a lot of places where he could get
killed (I think I told you about the 70' sheer drop we rappelled down;
he's done that on his own several times as well). I woke up
trying to figure out if it was a dream or not.
>I had a strange dream about Misha
Collins (from Supernatural) a couple of nights ago. Which is odd,
because I never dream about TV people. Usually it's just friends and
I'm the complete opposite. The one
about [the exploring friend] probably stuck with me in part because I
rarely incorporate real people. Occasionally it's characters from
shows or celebs, but usually everyone is just made up. Even real
locations from my past are so altered as to be unrecognizable.
Last night I dreamt I went back to the house I lived in from age 12 to
20 to return a ladder to them. Apparently we took it when we
moved 15 years ago. The house was in a state of severe disrepair
and looked almost abandoned. The garage had a pile of melted
sheetrock (looked like someone mixed it with water in a giant blender
and poured it out) that was almost to the ceiling starting in one
corned and tapering to the floor in every direction. It was like
walking on the moon. The people who lived there abandoned the
place and converted the barn on the property to a house and were living
in that now. They came up after they saw I was wandering around
in the house. Just plain weird.
Ha! No, I just dream a lot about old
locations where I used to live. College dorms show up a lot and
the neighborhood I grew up in.
Last night I had a dream I was at a
swinger's party, only it was sort of like a summer camp. It was a
little of everything thrown together: elements of [a swinger's club
we'd been to], a college dorm, a camp or retreat, etc. There were
about 20 or so people, mostly couples who showed up and swapped all
around. My friend [who would almost never go to a swinger club]
was there and a few other people I knew, but mostly strangers. It
was a very random mix overall: a black guy with a huge crazy afro, some
stoners, college girls, and so on. I never hooked up with anyone
though, and it was almost like musical chairs. Everyone would go
into separate rooms all at once, then would come out sometime later,
all on the same schedule nearly. I was in a kitchen area with a
guy and a group of four or five girls, and he and I were making jokes
and a comedy routine about a chocolate cake that had the girls giggling
like crazy. Then it switched to me realizing that people were
getting laid because they got the most attention, so I climbed up on
this mountain where everyone could see me, and I got behind this huge
cannon and started acting like it was my cock, then started firing it
repeatedly (without having to reload somehow). Everyone noticed
and thought it was great. Go figure.
>Speaking of [her sister], I had
strange dreams after all the shit went down. I wasn't feeling good so I
laid down about 4 (and just woke up). No surprise that it took place at
my grandparent's house at the lake, mostly on their dock. It was closed
in like a house, and my dad had nearly all his personal photos and a
bunch of [the sister]'s personal stuff out there in book cases. The
water was rising and I was trying to get it all put in boxes, but I
knew I couldn't get it all in time.
>I don't know how this all relates to
recent crap, but I hate dreams like that. It's an ongoing constant
theme of trying to get shit put in boxes and moved out before something
inevitable happens. Also that it usually involves water destroying
things. Sometimes it's water creeping up toward the house or eating
away at the foundations.
It's an obvious anxiety dream. Those
almost always involve trying to set things right by doing some
repetitive task that seems hopeless. I should write a list of
ones I've had like that.
My ex had a dream when we were in college
together during finals week. She was handed a ham sandwich and
that was her final. She really didn't know what she was supposed
to do with it. Another college dream I have a lot (and
surprisingly a lot of other people have) is where I haven't gone to a
class all semester. I somehow forgot I registered for it, and
only remembered finals week. I try to show up and take the exam
anyway even though I barely understand the concepts on it. The
one I remember best had something to do with freshwater aquatic
biology. Lots of mathematical models of ecological systems.
They even had an aquarium in the class to test theories (not just for
show). It was so esoteric that I was completely lost.
Last night I dreamt that people were
getting minor super powers like weak telekinesis and things like
that. I realized that I could gradually stay in the air a little
longer every time I jumped. By the end of the dream I could "fly"
by hovering around the room. I could move around in the air
almost like I was standing on a skateboard. My plan was to begin
testing how to fly like Superman. I was like Peter Petrelli where
I was slowly becoming the most powerful super character.
>I suspect tornado dreams will be next.
They're about change and the inability to control situations. Or maybe
the teeth falling out, which I've never had a good explanation for.
It's run the gamut as far as what it means.
The teeth falling out scenario is supposed
to also be about lack of control. There was a Sopranos episode in
which he had that one. I didn't get the reference until I read
something about that being the most common interpretation sometime
shortly after the episode. However, I've had that dream and it's
literally about a tooth falling out. I've always had one that was
crooked and would likely be the first one to go if anything
happened. [Actually, it's not "crooked" so much as being squeezed
between two other teeth to that it's more forward than the others, so
it looks out of line with its neighbors.]
>All I know about flying dreams (one of
my most frequent recurring themes, besides the lakehouse clearing out
ones and the teeth falling out) is that they're related to lucid
>I need to start writing the C on my
hand in preparation, I suppose.
I dream a lot about flying with a hang
glider. It's always very easy where I just have to lift off the
way a bird does, only without even flapping. The most recent
flying (non-hang gliding) dream was neat in that I was hopeful that I'd
be able to really take off with my potential. What I was doing in
the dream was only the beginning of what I could eventually do.
The night before last I dreamt my mom
wasn't really dead. [This was almost two months after she had
died from cancer.] She literally came back to life. She was
on her deathbed, had ceased breathing, no pulse, etc. Then as
they were going to remove her body, she started breathing again and
woke back up.
Last night I dreamt that MySpace was about
to end. People were leaving it in droves. The count of
members on the main page was declining from two hundred-something
million to just a few million, steadily dropping over the course of
hours so that it was down to 40 million. It was like the stock
market was crashing. People were panicking and trying to delete
their accounts. Somehow this all had to do with living in my
college dorm with my roommate who I haven't had any contact with since
I tried to reconnect with him before my wedding [about a year before
this]. He was moving out because MySpace was crashing, etc.
Walls were colored all crazy like profile backgrounds. The
building was literally falling apart like a space ship during the
auto-destruct countdown. It was craziness. [This was about
a year or more before people started leaving MySpace en mass. It
was still popular at this point and regular users were still coming to
the site daily, even though they weren't attracting a whole lot of new
I didn't go to sleep until 5am the night
before this one, so when Dani came home (early... she's beginning to
get back to the tiredness of the 1st trimester), I took a nap with her
and dreamt that I was wandering around trying to find some place with
my GPS, but I didn't know exactly what I was searching for. I
went into what looked like a convenience store, only it was sort of a
small restaurant (read: greasy spoon), but it was more like a
neighborhood bar kind of crowd. An older lady was trying to help
me figure out what I was looking for. I was outside a little
later when someone walked up, turned into a flying truck (as in
metamorphed into a flying truck), and tried to fly up above the
building, only he (it?) crashed into the balcony on the top
floor. A little while later this happened again. As a joke
I wrote a note on a posterboard stating, "Supervillains are not allowed
to crash into this establishment" or something like that. (In the
dream it made sense, but that wasn't the text in it; it was complete
nonsense.) Apparently there was a bar upstairs in the place as
well. At one point I was going to connect a tv to the cable for
the patrons using the small alligator-clip jumper cables you use in
electronics. I woke up and asked Dani to get it for me. I
was completely convinced I needed to do this right away.
>I'm half-convinced folks that have
moved on can contact us in our dreams. Not long after [her friend]
died, I kept having this dream where I was in a huge crowd and I could
hear her calling me. I'd look and look and finally see her way off in
the distance, waving madly with a big smile on her face. I had the
distinct feeling she was telling me everything was alright.
>Maybe your mom's trying to tell you
she's not *really* gone? Metaphorically?
It's just my head dealing with the
unresolved. Death is something I can't get my head around, even
though I thought I had. When I was in high school, there was a
guy I rode the bus with who I liked a lot. We never really hung
out much, but he was a lot of fun. Somewhere in the middle of the
year he just up and moved. I think his family was really poor
(single mom with a min. wage job and two school-age kids), and they
just picked up and left for something better near relatives. He
went ahead of his sister by a few weeks, so she filled me in, but the
next few years after that I dreamt about him several times.
Same thing happened with a guy who used to
work at a comic book store I went to when I was in high school.
He was in his 20s and had been reading for years, so I could always go
to him and ask trivia about the backstory of certain characters or to
introduce me to certain series he liked that I wouldn't have otherwise
been exposed to. Unfortunately, the comic book portion of the
business (which was a used book/cd/etc. store) was losing money, so
they let him go and stopped getting new comics. He came in one
day and they told him without any warning that they just decided to
pull the plug on that part of the store, so I never saw him again, but
every once in a while I'd run across him in my dreams. I dreamt a
lot about comic books too for the longest time because when that store
shut down, that ended my opportunity to read some of the specialty
series that you could only get from comic book stores (i.e., "direct
market series" were ones sold only at comic shops as opposed to the
standard superhero fare you could get off almost any magazine rack at
My ex-roommate I mentioned in the MySpace
dream is another case like that. He and I were inseparable best
friends for a time, and that was part of the problem. He was
obsessive about me and consumed all of my time. He had to be
included in everything. We got along great, but it got even worse
after I transferred. I was going to a much tougher school and
could barely keep up. I was in a long-distance relationship with
my ex at the time, and yet he wanted me to spend entire weekends with
him in addition to writing him all the time by email. Eventually
he blew up about it when I told him I couldn't give him an entire
weekend. He acknowledged in hindsight that this was excessive,
but at the time he left no room for negotiation. I suspect he'd
be diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, and one key trait
was this all-or-nothing tendency. I didn't want to drive him away
forever, but it took until a couple years ago before I tracked him down
and finally decided to try to reconnect with him. He's different
in a lot of ways, but he still views me as an "old flame" (his term;
he's gay, in case I didn't mention that before or it wasn't evident in
this already), and he didn't want to deal with all those issues.
I don't have those problems, so my subconscious always sees us getting
back together and hanging out either actively resolving things in the
dream or having already moved past them.
A few nights ago I ran across a comment in
an old blog left by a girl I used to talk to on MySpace. She was
a mess and emotionally very manipulative in very odd ways (too much to
go into). I finally deleted her and didn't bother explaining to
her why. I thought about writing her out of the blue now, a
couple years after the fact, and telling her exactly what I thought of
her. Either that night or right after, I dreamt that I ran into
her and in fact had that conversation with her. My intention with
the email was to just let it be a one-off thing and never even read a
reply from her if she bothered. In the dream though we got to
talking, and I was sort of stuck there because she was trying to be
very nice. I realized in it she was trying to suck me back into a
relationship with her that I didn't want to be part of. [In
reality I didn't ever bother writing her. She knows she has
problems, so I wouldn't accomplish anything by pointing out the
The weird thing is that I rarely dream
about real (or even online) people all that much in spite of these
examples. For example, last night or this morning (I slept until
1:30 thanks to Nyquil), I was in this dream in which I was in Star Wars
between the trilogies (sort of). Darth Vader was just getting the
Empire set up and he wasn't all that powerful just yet. I told
him off, and he turned out to be a guy just pretending to be Darth
Vader to test people in the Empire while he was away taking care of
some other business. There was some other Star Wars stuff too,
but it didn't make any sense thanks to the drugs, I'm sure.
I have slept through migraines
before. In my dreams I'll know I'm having one though because of
the visual distortion. That would come through even with my eyes
closed and my conscious mind offline, which is surprising because it
really only should occur in visual stimuli. Dreams would seem to
come from the associative cortex, somewhere a ways down the pathway.
than removing the name who is the subject of the first part of the
dream, most of the other explanatory notes were added at the time I
posted this on MySpace.]
Dissected dream theater
So many people asked some version of
"WTF?" over the last 24 hours that I'm just reposting this with
analysis and attempts at interpretation. Incidentally, sometimes
a cigar is just a cigar, so I don't pursue any of the following to the
point of the ridiculous when that's what it already is at the outset.
* * *
Whenever [a friend and crush of mine] shows up in my dreams, we may or
may not make out, but there's always a new house involved. This
time she bought a place in my neighborhood, an imaginary version of one
of the large older homes around corner from me. It had a weird
floorplan and multi-leveled design (even on the 2nd floor) that I
thought was interesting, but it was completely wrong for her. All
earthy tones, beige and antique pale green everywhere as well as being
pre-furnished with the previous occupant's belongings, apparently an
elderly woman (read: Lots of porcelain dolls and knick knacks.
Gag!). I told her to stick with her current house, one with
vibrant colors and art/decor relevant to this century. [I'm
interested in a house in the opposite direction from me as the ones I
describe in the dream, but it is of a similar age and size, and so that
may have prompted this. The colors in it are even more "earthy"
than the ones in my dream (which leaned more pastel). She is a
little older than I am, but has commented on the difference in our ages
or at least on her age (and thus mine by comparison) on several
occasions, so perhaps I'm projecting her into this self-imposed Miss
Havisham role (iiiGreat Expectations) at her implicit suggestion.
However, I disagree with it and find her aesthetic tastes closer to
mine than what I encountered in the dream. Knick-knacks scare me.]
In the dream my dad had a new house as
well, so I went there and stayed over for a visit, but there was water
coming through the sheetrock in the ceiling in two rooms. I tried
to get into the attic to access the pipes and find what needed
repairing, but the entrance was poorly designed and required moving
wires out of the way while squeezing my way around joists that
shouldn't have been there to begin with. There was a sandwich
sitting on a paper plate near the entrance, so I stopped struggling to
get through and finished preparing the sandwich by adding the cut
tomatoes beside it on the plate, then ate it as I gave up on the attic
and walked across to the big multi-storied abandoned warehouse (one I'd
explored in real life previously) on the other side of the
street. There was an abandoned Goodwill on the first floor that
was full of books that were getting wet from their exposure to the
elements through the broken store windows out front. I decided I
need to rescue those as soon as I could. [I'm always doing home
repair/renovation projects including a few at the moment, though
nothing this involved, but it could also serve as a metaphor for
frustrated attempts to fix things in my life. My dad isn't moving
anywhere except into a new chapter since my mom died a couple months
ago, although he has talked about eventually moving out this way to be
closer to us. The Goodwill in the dream resembled any number of
scenes of post-Katrina New Orleans East, but in particular it was based
off one area in which I explored an abandoned shopping center that
housed a comic book store I frequented back when I was in college,
which would also explain why this scene was literally set inside
another building I once explored (albeit one 500 miles away from the
other). Also, I'm presently shopping on eBay and CL for books,
and since buying small lots of them is cheaper than piecemeal, I often
end up with grab-bag scenarios like this which include things I wasn't
I went back to the house to work with Dad
on the leaking pipes, but instead of going up, we dug down into the
front yard. A few feet down we uncovered a medium-size dog that
had been cut in half on the transverse plane. The back half was
missing as was at least one other limb that should have been on the
remaining (i.e., front) end. Even though my dad had supposedly
been living at this property a year and a half by this point and the
dog (half) had been there at least that long, the long-buried and
dismembered dog slowly came back to life. I realized I had one of
the most important discoveries of all time if only I could understand
it. [My partner and I foster dogs that often come to us in poor
health, and we lost one a little over a month ago to cumulative medical
effects of multiple issues. However, I think it was more likely
this was a proxy for trying to literally resurrect my mom. A few
weeks ago, I dreamt that she came back to life on her deathbed, that
she was just apneatic for more than a minute and that we were wrong in
assuming she had passed away. Ironically, I went through a lot of
the grieving stages while she was still breathing but for all intents
and purposes was gone to us. Apparently my subconscious is only
just now getting around to dealing with denial. Stay tuned for
more dreams informed by Elizabeth Kubler-Ross' work.]
Only I didn't have time to think about the
mystery because suddenly I was watching a band perform. They were
the Goonies... but all grown up now (even though I didn't recognize any
of the characters), and yet they were somehow an '80s band at the same
time. The bass player was the musical genius behind the
group. You know that scene in iiiEddie and the Cruisers where
Eddie takes the keyboard player's piano riff that the rest of the band
scoffs at, and he directs the other instruments to come in one by one
to turn out what we soon recognize as "On the Dark Side"? No? Then go
see the movie. Anyway, in the dream the bass player is running
with a similar arpeggio and the band's just racing to keep up as he
develops it. He's playing this classic Steinberger 4-string, and
he presses a button on the face of it that makes it change from its
already aerodynamic minimalist shape into something more akin to a
stealth fighter all the while throwing in more and more notes.
He's gone from conventional lead playing on it to gradually introducing
left- and right-handed counterpoint tapping (think Victor Wooten as
opposed to the usual EVH stuff) and the song builds to insane
complexity before it finishes to thunderous applause. [This was
transparently (to me) a mash-up of media I'd consumed recently.
Specifically, I recently watched iiiThe Goonies for the first time in a
couple decades, so that's obvious. And I also saw (on YouTube)
some clips from a little-known Luc Besson movie called iiiSubway in
which Christophe Lambert forms a band in which a young Eric Serra (who
does the scores for all Besson's movies) plays a Steinberger L-series
bass and they and the rest of the musicians construct a song in two
scenes similar to the "On the Dark Side" scene from iiiEddie. I
saw the movie years ago, but both scenes are online as well.]
Satan smells an opportunity and shows up
as he always does: In a suit, no horns or tail, and he speaks with
proper and precise diction. He offers to take the band into the
next dimension, and means it literally and metaphysically, not just
metaphorically. They're already off the Earth on a platform
hundreds of feet up in the sky, but they accept his offer and walk into
the mouth of a giant portal of a snake demon's head and into a spiral
of clouds. A girl hanging with the band tries to accompany them
through it, but Satan tells her she's a groupie, not part of the
band. She can enjoy them back on Earth. He pushes her aside
and she falls through the clouds at the edge and downward a hundred
miles to Earth. Satan laughs because this is funny. [This
version of Satan has shown up in any number of movies dating back to
the '70s (e.g., Al Pacino in iiiDevil's Advocate), although I now
realize I was actually pulling a version of God from the incredibly
crap-tastic rock musical iiiThe Apple. They literally go off into
the sky in that one as well. Incidentally, the special effects in
the dream looked like the optical printing variety used in that movie
or, more famously, something like iiiFlash Gordon, another one dating
from around the same time.]
Last night I dreamt that [a friend] and I
were going to hook up. It was a weird complex of office
buildings, like some university campus that was really old.
Apparently she worked there, and we were going to get together in a
room in an abandoned section of buildings, but I kept putting it off.
>Even your subconscious doesn't want to
fuck [the friend; I had an opportunity to years ago and passed on it].
Yeah. Weird how that worked.
Either that night or the next one I also dreamt that [a guy from the
karaoke bar we were going to a lot at this time] was drunk and came
over to house being pathetic and wanting to come in. I yelled at
him that I was working, but I felt really bad about it immediately
after. [Note: The patron in question probably isn't bad guy, but
he is annoying and socially awkward.]
I was worn out all day Sunday. I got
up at a reasonable hour, but then went back to sleep for a lengthy
nap. I was trying to write on the book and kept falling asleep as
well, lots of crazy dreams that incorporated things I was
hearing. For example, the small fan was on in the window as I was
on the bed with the Alphasmart, and I dreamt there was a crazy witch
woman (banshee maybe?) that let out this scream that transformed in
tone and became this steady whine that turned out to be the noise from
the fan. Things like that.
>Oh lard. Larry. I had a dream about
Last night I dreamt I made out with the
friend (and former student from years ago) who got married in
California almost a year ago. Her little sister kept walking in
on us. We had a tent and lived in the woods because society had
collapsed. Fun stuff.
>I had a dream last night that you were
a forest ranger and part of some reality show. I was busy trying to
move a bunch of stuff out of my grandparents' old house, including a
garage full of baby things. I had no idea what I was going to do with
all of it - your impending fatherhood [my son was born about a month
after this] didn't seem to be a part of the equation for some reason.
Oh, I've had some crazy ones myself.
First there was one yesterday afternoon in which I was at a grocery
store (probably because I've gone to a grocery store at least once a
day over the last three) and [one of my friends] was there. She's
pissed off and starts shooting every which way like the holocaust
museum guy. I wasn't with her; she was there by herself, and she
was going crazy. People were running off in every
direction. I jumped over some groceries that were stacked up near
the front of the store where she started shooting, and I headed to the
back. I ended up back in the stock rooms, which are all a mess,
and I even ended up upstairs making my way through a series of walk-in
coolers which were all interconnected somehow in a way that made no
sense at all. Crazy shit. I woke up full of anxiety because
I still thought she might find me and kill me. [My friend]?
Innocent, fun little [her name]? Yeah, I know.
Last night I dreamt I was in the back yard
of some house. It didn't make any sense at all. They had
pens for farm animals even though the yard wasn't big enough to support
anything like this. I had a baby doll like the ones [another
friend] brought for the shower, only it was slightly larger than that
and was supposed to be a robot like maybe some kind of father-training
device. It even started talking and interacting with me by the
end of the dream.
Every once in a while Dani comes out with
something truly amazing. She recently revealed to me that until
she was around ten (she thinks), she believed that dreams were
something involving dinosaurs. It wasn't until she had a dream
that didn't feature a dinosaur that she realized that dreams could be
independent of dinosaurs.
>I had a dream Saturday night that I
called you and told you I wanted to go to [a friend]'s party. Then I
showed up. It was a very normal dream - no weird stuff. I talked to
people when I got there, can't remember what about, but I don't think
any of them were people I know.
>I woke up and had to think for a
minute about whether I had really gone, or if it was a dream.
My dreams never make any sense like
this. Last night I dreamt I was exploring a tunnel and watching
for the water level to rise because we all knew some giant apocalyptic
explosion was going to occur, not just there but around the
world. We were using the tunnels to escape this giant skyscraper
we lived in that was in a desert. Just as I was leaving with my
group (who are always nameless/faceless extras), the buildings exploded
and all the windows shattered with some bits of steel coming off of
them as well. We were safely away from the building by then, but
we knew we couldn't return.
Somehow I ended up helping out setting up
for the [music fest I help out with locally], but it was under some
sort of post-apocalyptic conditions because the area had been hit as
well. There were utility people trying to get everything working,
and the electricity for the whole building was run through a bunch of
extension cords from an outlet on the side of the street a hundred feet
away. [The fest's director] was no longer running the place; some
random woman was. I was trying to get things set up, but some
group of kids were blocking off areas so they could rehearse something
like it was a big secret. I finally just started pushing through
and told them I was helping the place and they could just deal.
It was crazy.
Dani just snores. My ex mumbled, I
think, but I don't remember anything else. The only roommate I
had who said anything was one I lived with the second semester of my
freshman year. One night he just said a series of three or four
lines, each slightly clearer than the previous, the last of which was
"Put that in the washing machine." Another night he said, "Did
you say something," and when I looked over to respond he replied to
whomever he was talking to in the dream saying, "Okay."
I had a dream last night that everyone in
my adopted family murdered everyone else. [Note: I'm not
adopted.] There was blood everywhere. The only one left was
my adopted dad, and he had several stab wounds including a massive one
in his leg. He wasn't going to live. I wasn't involved in
the violence, and he told me I should leave to get away to
safety. The cops were going to be there shortly and he was going
to blow up the place with himself in it to cover up what had
happened. I left with my backup hard drive and rode my bike to my
aunt and uncle's place and was going to live there. Ironically,
they were my real aunt and uncle, but he's been dead for twenty
years. She's still alive but has had Alzheimers for years.
It was very disturbing. I'd like a sex dream instead.
[A (female) friend],
>Like, just knowing someone is into me
or simple kissing someone gives me an orgasm. Or having them touch my
leg. Very innocuous stuff, akin to foreplay. It's like I'm a premature
ejaculator in my dreams. Which I do have a kink for in fic, strangely.
I very rarely actually make it to actual intercourse. Don't think I
ever do, really.
I often had romantic dreams that were a
sort of parallel to this. I'd meet someone and knew she was the
love of my life. It didn't matter that I was already attached in
real life. I had these off and on when I was with my ex and Dani,
but it was always some made-up girl, always a different one. We'd
meet and it would be a perfect match on an emotional level, or a sort
of a premature ejaculation of the heart as Bonnie Tyler would sing.
I stayed up entirely too late last night
working on the AC, and then I cut the grass and chopped up a bunch of
branches into firewood earlier today. That just wore me
out. I got up too early this morning with Stan and didn't get a
nap, so when Dani came home, I crashed. I told her to get me up
in an hour, but I just kept falling back asleep. I ended up
sleeping three hours, had crazy dreams about a bunch of people taking a
van out to visit [some friends] who apparently lived out in the
country. They wanted to write us a check for a million and a half
dollars, and we were going to buy a big house with it. Crazy
shit. Whenever I have dreams that I can recall, it usually means
I really, really needed sleep.
>All I remember [of the dream] is that
we were packing for what can best be described as a road trip to [ours
regular karaoke bar]. It was you, me, Dani, [specific regulars
and employees of the place], and a couple of other regulars (men, but I
can't remember who), and you and I were packing the coolers with soft
drinks. Like, four giant coolers filled with cans. [The dj]
really wanted to take something that had to go in a cooler (I don't
know what, but it wasn't food or drink), and you said it wouldn't
fit. I said it would, so we were sitting in the parking lot
arguing about how to stack the cans in order to make room for [the
dj]'s thing. I know, weird.
It's rare I ever dream about real people
or real things in my life. There are certain recurrent dreams I
have that are built around themes I can identify as borne out of real
issues and events in my life, but they're always different and even
populated by imaginary characters. I've never dreamt about you or
the [karaoke bar]. I dreamt about Stan once, but it was before he
was born and he was perhaps five years old in the dream.
My friend had a dream when we were in
college that she was at a Three's Company convention. John Ritter
and Susanne Sommers were there, but Joyce DeWitt wasn't. Everyone
was like, "Where's Janet?" Then she came running out from behind
the curtain and went all across the stage high-fiving everyone in the
audience before heading to the microphone. People were like,
"Where have you been since 'Three's Company'?" She said she had
been doing the voice of Velma on Scooby Doo. I asked her,
"Really?" She's laughing as she tells me, "I have no idea!"
Incidentally, most of my urbex dreams are
a lot like the "hidden fortress" level in "Inception." It's
always something where I'm sneaking through tunnels and finally come
out inside some sort of heavily-guarded secret facility. The
drainage tunnels will somehow turn into ventilation shafts or some
such, and before long I'm in some place I'm not supposed to be.
This happens a lot.
>Oh - did you see this story?
I didn't realize that Joseph Gordon-Levitt was in the movie. He's
a favorite - you know - he's the kid from Third Rock from the Sun.
I'm sooooo not a gamer (well, except I'm
hooked on Bejeweled at the moment). But it's funny that you
mention him. Since I was able to sleep in this morning, I had a
series of wild and intense dreams last night that I actually
remembered. They were somehow supposed to be about Inception,
although that was more a feeling than anything specific from the
film. The premise was that it was maybe a decade or so into the
future, and the Earth was dying. Less than 1% of the population
remained. You know how it gets in early October once the leaves
all come down, and then it rains and they're this wet mass of decaying
matter? That was what it was like like all over Earth. The
few people who remained were wearing protective gear they'd fashioned
from the unnamed assault, things like plastic dental shields to see
through with two layers of raincoats.
I was Leonardo Dicaprio and was on some
mission to explore old buildings. We were in one house looking
through the belongings. It was a lot like the explorations we did
in the 9th Ward following Katrina. The houses had a lot of
history to them and in the objects inside of them, and that history had
just been cut off abruptly. This was the end of the line.
Joseph Gordon-Levitt wasn't my partner
though (some unnamed girl was); he was my nemesis, although the nature
of the conflict was unclear. He had me at gunpoint, but he wasn't
going to shoot me because we were arguing over something.
I'm not sure that anything was resolved,
but there was an isolated moment in the dream where two people in
protective gear just sat down and gave up on everything. There
was no more point in going on for them. Apparently there was no
more food or air or some resource they were after. They just sat
down in the decaying matter and waited to die. It was the saddest
feeling. Very strange.
I dreamt I had a little girl last
night. She had blue eyes, which is impossible since Dani's
homozygous dominant. [I literally laughed out loud when I read
this. About a year and a half after I wrote it, I had a baby girl
with blue eyes. Turns out Dani's heterozygous!]
A few nights ago I dreamt that I was on
some sort of cross-country road trip, and I was sharing the driving
with an older woman who I was having sex with along the way. I
woke up sad that I'd never had a much older woman. You have any
50-something friends? [This may have been inspired by a much
tamer version of this in my dad's life. After he and a fellow
sailor were discharged at the end of the Korean war, they hitchhiked
home from the west coast, just for the hell of it. They were
picked up by an older couple and shared the driving part of the way
there. Her husband was there, and there wasn't any sex, but the
parallels are obvious.]
>Do you ever have dreams about your mom
since she died? I often have dreams about [her deceased fiance],
but it's not like your ordinary sex dreams or nonsensical dream where
he makes an appearance. No these dreams are so real that when I
wake up I can't immediately distinguish between reality and
dream. Don't get me wrong I know they are dreams, but they are so
intense. Usually we are just sitting and talking either on the
swing he had on the balcony of his apartment or in his beat up old Jeep
just riding around like we used to do. And we talk about
everything - [kids], work, his parents, my parents, friends, books,
etc. Is that very strange? [Her friends] say it's
normal. I'm not so sure. I'm also certain my insomnia isn't
Right after my mom died, I would dream she
was still alive even though I knew she was dead in the dream. In
at least one case, I dreamt that she had come back to life. I had
a lot of that again (even more often, in fact) after my aunt
died. [My aunt (who was my mom's older sister) lived with my
parents at the end of her life and died almost exactly a year after my
mom.] I think it was proportional to the shock in either
case. I knew my mom was actively dying for months, so having her
gone wasn't very abrupt. My aunt steadily declined over a month,
with her death looking imminent only in the last week or two.
Unlike with my mom, I wasn't there when my aunt passed away, so that
added something to it as well.
Dreams are almost always about working
through something we don't fully have our heads around. [Her
fiance, who was killed in a car accident] was so much more abrupt than
anything I went through with my mom or aunt, being young and away from
you at the time. It's impossible to deal rationally with the idea
of people disappearing out of our lives with no foreshadowing. I
remember dreaming for a couple years about a guy I was friends with in
high school who moved very suddenly. He just disappeared one day,
and I never saw him again. Similarly, there was a young guy who
worked at the comic book store I frequented, and he and I talked all
the time every time I went there. The place sold more than just
comic books though, and that portion of the business wasn't doing as
well as the used books (mostly because he was buying too many copies of
things he liked even though they never sold very well), so they let him
go and stopped the new comics portion of the business. This
happened very abruptly, so I didn't have a goodbye with him
either. He showed up in my dreams for several years as well even
though we didn't have any sort of attachment.
>Last night I listened to all of Brian
Eno's The Pearl and absolutely loved it. My particular favorites
are Late October, The Silver Ball and an Echo of Night. I have
very emotional reactions to music and my reactions to these three were
immediate. I had to listen to them twice even. I enjoyed
all of them, but these three are very comforting in an ethereal sort of
way. I think I love how minimalistic the music is. Tonight
will be Another Day on Earth. (Thanks for the loading up the jump
Unlike, say, "the Pearl," "Another Day on
Earth" is more a strange collection of songs than a concept
album. It's a mix of several different styles. I downloaded
it after hearing "And Then So Clear" and thinking, "Whoa. What
the fuck was *that*?!" Speaking of dreams, after I listened to
that one all the way through several times, I dreamt that I was in some
future time where that was what pop music sounded like, and I had to
learn what all the music of the time was about. The only other
time I remember dreaming about music like that was when I first
discovered Django Reinhardt and was listening to him almost non-stop
for several weeks.
>First food poisoning and now a nasty
cold? Who is turning into a mini disaster now? I hope you
are starting to feel better though.
I'm staying fairly drugged up.
Dayquil, nose spray, and Zicam. The dayquil makes me feel really
weird like I want to take a nap or just woke up and haven't settled
into reality yet.
The aforementioned dream was pre-Dayquil
though. I'm not sure what set it off, but it was one of those
sprawling dreams that seem to go on to epic lengths in terms of what
all they encompass and their sheer originality or at least uniqueness
from anything else your dream-machine has produced thus far.
Being a dream, a lot of it didn't make any
sense at all, especially the transitions or connections. For
instance, it started off where these three guys flew overhead on custom
hang gliders that were partially inspired by Leonardo's drawings and
bat wing anatomy. They must have been made of thin graphite
ribbing or something, but they weren't simply a rigid framework; the
pilot could compress the wing down to almost no surface area to allow
him to lose altitude and gain speed (You can accomplish the same with a
conventional glider simply by putting it into a dive, but this was
scary dangerous and therefore much more dramatic).
I followed the guys from the ground, but
then somehow I ended up with them on the Causeway over the lake.
Instead of that being a road, it was a huge inflatable slide, and now I
had a conventional hang glider. The three gliders (who were
apparently brothers) and I slid down what was supposed to be the
overpasses along the bridge (which in reality are there to allow tall
ships to pass beneath) until we reached their home.
The brothers lived in this huge old
industrial warehouse. But before we even went inside, these old
guys all started landing around the place, having parachuted down for
some reason. There was never any explanation who these guys were;
they just came out of nowhere, and I was helping them keep from getting
their chutes caught in trees around the area.
Outside the old warehouse, the brothers
had their pet bobcat on a really long chain. Fucker was
mean. I didn't get too close.
I went inside the warehouse, and it turned
out to be part of a series of buildings. It wasn't just the
brothers that lived there though; they were part of a commune.
There wasn't any explicit religion, but people were practicing some
sort of vaguely Buddhist meditation/yoga in one part of it. The
class was dismissed and the teacher was talking to a girl about how she
could improve her training. She was supposed to be the brothers'
While the teacher was talking to her, I
went exploring in other parts of the complex. It was like the
place was lost in time. There were rooms full of junk that looked
like it had sat there for decades, some from the '70s, some from a
hundred years ago. I wanted to go exploring more of the place,
but I got to a dead end. I was about to double back and check out
other areas, but I woke up.
The dream starts off that I have a
helicopter carry me on a swinging cable so the pilot can have me jump
onto the cliff face where I want to start climbing. I get off the
rope and climb the rest of the way up the rock by hand. When I'm
at the top, it turns out I'm on a narrow tower that's fewer than ten
feet across in any direction but a hundred feet high. I climb
down inside of it and find that I'm in a secret Disney World,
completely devoid of people, but all shiny and new. There are
caverns full of movie-themed scenes. All the caverns are three to
five stories tall. Straight ahead of me is one that's based on
Halloweentown from "The Nightmare Before Xmas." Through the left
fork is "Alice in Wonderland," which is where I go first. It's a
royal court/throne room, presumably for the Red Queen. There are
a dozen or so animatronic henchmen standing around. They're
vaguely cylindrical like the stereotypical design of the
Nutcracker. A few other characters turn out to be autonomous
robots, including the Queen herself, shiny and metallic like an
airbrushed sci-fi design, and she seems to be trying to seduce me into
an alliance either political or sexual. I leave and try to
explore other parts of the secret Disney park. Because it's
underground, it feels a lot like a mall. There are roller
coasters, but they're short because of the ceiling. I try to ride
on one, but it tries to kill me. I realize that I'm being watched
and manipulated by a human operator who doesn't want me to be in this
secret realm and I head toward a fireplace in a gothic-looking part of
the park so that I can climb out via the chimney. Don't remember
what happened after that.
Crazy dreams last night! I'm not
even into zombie movies, but somehow this turned into one. It
starts off normal enough, in a weird, dream-like way. Dani and I
are home, and [two friends] are over. They're just hanging
out. It didn't really make sense, but [one friend] was in Stan's
room, and apparently Stan didn't exist in this dream-world. Dani
and [the other friend] were hanging out in my office. I started
to fall asleep on the couch in the front room, and [both friends]
decide they're going to go home. I'm not completely asleep, so I
get up and tell [one friend] not to go ([the other] already had).
I tell her I want to spoon for a bit, so we go back to my bedroom (I
guess Dani plays on the computer or whatever). I put my hands
around her, and she's very thin, back to her weight around the time I
met her. I compliment her on losing weight, and she says it
happened just over the last four hours. This sounds perfectly
reasonable to me, and we fool around a bit. [The friend in
question is very weight conscious after having gained a lot suddenly
and spent a long time trying to get rid of it.]
It apparently shifts into another dream at
this point. I'm still at home, and I go outside and see a mob of
a dozen or more zombies heading around the corner toward my
house. I run inside, not entirely sure what to do because I don't
know anything about how to kill them. They're slow-moving, but
they aren't rotten, just kind of off-color and scabby as though
diseased and recently deceased. They head for my front door, and
this one human (i.e., non-zombie) guy in his twenties slips into the
space between the storm door and the front door before I close it with
the zombies just inches away. He says he knows how to kill them
and has been doing this since the outbreak started.
Somehow the zombies do manage to get in,
but only one or two at a time with minutes between each. It's not
like they're pouring through the door, and it's not even clear how
they're getting in. One of the zombies passes by the "slayer,"
and he takes a pair of scissors and casually goes into its neck and
cuts the carotid, killing the zombie in a few seconds.
The zombies don't really have any idea
they're dead. They can talk, but they're sort of hung up on their
agenda, which is apparently to stalk living humans and try to eat them,
I guess. When they are snipped, they're almost oblivious to the
fact of what just happened, and they just slump to the floor.
Incidentally, my house is completely
different than the more accurate version in the first (i.e.,
non-zombie) dream. There are no build-in bookshelves in the front
room. The kitchen is roughly where my office is. The walls
are all a horrible yellowed white, the kind of color you only find in
run-down homes that decorators last visited in the late '70s.
It's vaguely reminiscent of the house I rented in grad school that I
refer to as my Paper Street Soap Company house from "Fight Club."
Inexplicably, I have a girl staying there
who is supposedly my babysitter. She doesn't live there (and
there's no other evidence I even have a kid). She's in her early
twenties, blonde, sorority type. I don't know where she was
supposed to be through the zombie invasion, but she comes around a
corner in the house, and the slayer guy ends up cutting her neck.
He's got the scissors in, but just barely avoids killing her as I tell
him to stop. She's cut up and hurt, but she realizes what's going
on and tries to help killing the zombies.
One of the zombies is Steve Martin, again
sort of oblivious to the fact that he's a zombie or even that he's in
someone's house where he shouldn't be. He's just talking casually
about random stuff, but the slayer guy kills him too, and he slumps to
Somehow we manage to fend off the hoard,
and [the friend mentioned above] comes out from hiding. Somehow
she is the same character as the baby sitter (even though she looks
like [my friend] and isn't the blonde from earlier), and elements of
the dream have carried over from the previous dream. She's the
baby sitter, but she's also the [friend] I was making out with. I
mean, she looks like [my friend], but she's also cut up from the
mistaken-for-a-zombie incident earlier the way the blonde was.
Oh, and the zombie apocalypse seemed to have lasted much longer than
just the handful of zombie-killings. Now [my friend] has
decided to marry this older guy, in his 50s, redneck-looking with a
scruffy beard and a red flannel shirt. I must have missed it, but
apparently the two of them were fending off zombies in another room,
and they bonded over this. I'm like, "But, [her name], we made
out earlier!" The betrayal was worse than the zombies.
I tried to take a nap last night, but I
woke up after only 20 minutes thanks to a dream in which someone broke
into my Prius van (which, no, doesn't actually exist) and was trying to
kidnap me. I ran away and tried to escape the parking lot before
they could chase me. I woke up with my heart racing.
I rarely remember dreams if I'm awoken
abruptly. A lot of my dreams are very easy to interpret (assuming
you knew every detail of my life and especially my most recent
experiences), although some dreams really throw me for a loop.
For example, a few nights ago I dreamt that my old roommate from
college and I were living together in some sort of weird warehouse
where a serial killer was kept. The guy was supposed to be
imprisoned, but he was right there in the room with us.
Interestingly, [my roommate] had a collection of Nightmare On Elm St.
and Hellraiser toys (action figures, memorabilia, etc.). The
serial killer was a total slasher type with a crazed look and was
covered with blood (which didn't make any sense really since he was
supposedly locked away). [My roommate] and I were somehow in
charge of him and were going to turn him loose on society as some sort
of experiment to see if he was still a crazed killer. It made no
sense whatsoever. I mean, I haven't been watching any horror
movies, [my roommate] wasn't an especially big fan of any horror
movies, etc. No idea where this shit comes from.
Crazy dreams that I can't even begin to
fully explain. I'm writing this at almost midnight, so I've
probably lost a lot of the memories of what this was all about over the
course of today.
I dreamt that I was visiting my friend
[who I'm going to call Guitar Guy throughout this] at his old house
from when I knew him in high school. I've told you about the
place before; it was really cool. Probably close to a hundred
years old in a neighborhood similar to mine. But in the dream it
was so much more than that. I can't put anything in a
chronological sequence anymore to describe exploring it, but the house
was absolutely huge in the dream. At one point I had woken up on
the top floor of the house (which in reality was only a one-story with
no basement, but this was like 3 or 4 stories up). The roof was
almost completely gone, and there was just a cloth tarp covering much
of the top floor, and even that was in tatters from the wind. The
house was surrounded by other large buildings, like 4 or 5 stories
tall, and many of them were about to collapse. Many looked like
the dilapidated ruins of the Swift meat-packing plant by the
stockyards, just visible columns supporting a series of crumbling
floors with almost no remaining walls. Unlike the Swift
buildings, these had brick supports that were shattered in places from
the weight. One of the buildings even collapsed while I
watched. Another one was about to go down imminently. [It
may already be evident to anyone reading this, but I didn't catch it
right away that this is taken almost straight from Inception.]
Guitar Guy's sister [who I'm going to call
Piano Girl] was in the house with me and woke me up from the bed I was
sleeping in. It was like she was a nurse or something. I
was staying there as a guest though; I wasn't sick. We wandered
around the house, and we ended up in a large area with all kinds of
machinery. It wasn't supposed to be the basement, but it reminded
me of part of the basement of the Baker Hotel in Mineral Wells, the
area where the laundry was washed.
Later I ended up in the actual basement
with Guitar Guy. I asked him if I could draw an accurate
floorplan of the house, and he said that his dad had one already that I
could have, but it was in a filing cabinet in one of the rooms down
there that he couldn't go in right now. The basement was its own
complete floor with two bedrooms and three (!) bathrooms. I
remember questioning that in the dream even. A lot of areas
around the house were under renovation, which was obviously taken in
part from the work on my own house but was also inspired by the fact
that they were re-doing the mortar on all the brick on Guitar Guy's
house for a long time back when I was going over there. One side
of the house always seemed to have scaffolding on it. [A lot of
this came from the fact around this time I was designing floorplans for
a "dream home" that was based on the designs and floorplans of older
homes. I was working from memory trying to copy details of this
house but couldn't remember where some rooms where, such as the master
bedroom, which was separate from the kids' rooms.]
I guess the telling of this dream falls
short compared to the impact it had on me. It kind of came from
out of the blue to be reunited with these people in a dream. I
always had a crush on Piano Girl, and in the dream we were involved
somehow beyond me just crashing on the top floor of her dilapidated
house. Strange stuff. Very "Inception." In fact,
Piano Girl was a bit like Mal in that she was very compact, kind of
elfin without seeming fragile. The crumbling and collapsing
buildings were something right out of that movie as well.
I dreamt I and some friends figured out a
way to get up to the moon. I'm not sure how we did it exactly,
went up there and worked on renovating a lunar base that had been
abandoned. We got the garden started again that hadn't been
set up the first time. It was a big, covered, wide-open area
like 200 ft long and 40 ft wide. The other amateur astronauts I
with were characters from "Grey's Anatomy" including Katherine Heigel
and the guy who plays Alex Karev (sp?). We didn't have space
since we were indoors, but we brought small oxygen tanks with us
because the O2 was so low. We were using them in the garden, for
instance, when Katherine started seeming kind of loopy and my vision
became distorted (i.e., everything looked golden and elongated
vertically). I don't remember ever going out on the lunar surface
though, but apparently we must have since we didn't teleport to get up
We came back home to Earth to the small
town in Kansas we lived in, but it was still supposed to be a secret
that we'd been up there. However, our relatives in the town knew
so did some close neighbors. We didn't want anyone finding out
soon. I was leaving town for a bit to go visit someone. We
neighbors, etc.) were all saying goodbye to one another for the night,
and we were asking people if they wanted to come next time, but most
were too scared. I was teasing one late-50s-something woman about
joining us, telling her that post-menopausal women love the moon.
idea what that meant.
I left and stopped off briefly at a small
natural gas facility out in the middle of nowhere (Everything was flat
like it was supposed to be Mid-west). I was picking up a couple
clamps (like fancy vice grips) that I'd left out there, but one of them
was missing. An older woman (but not the one from before) stopped
with her husband and son (who was my age) and she admitted to taking
one. I started cursing at them and asking if they were trying to
me, didn't they know I needed those to seal areas to keep the oxygen in
when we were on the moon? She gave it back and soon we were
Completely different dream: Hispanic
gangster like a young Danny Trejo kidnaps me and my girlfriend in his
hot-rod Trans Am. He's holding us hostage but wants to rob
in the small town where we live before he continues on. I suggest
Family Dollar, but somehow we end up elsewhere. It makes no sense
somehow I end up shooting him several times and end up with his gun
after the fact. He alternately plays dead and tries to kill me
the girl several more times, and I try to shoot him again, only his gun
is configured all weird so that only he can shoot it (and it holds tons
more bullets than a normal gun, but only he can advance the ammo into
the chamber). Eventually I figure out the trick of squeezing the
guards around the handle just the right way to make the trigger move,
and I shoot him between the eyes where he's slumped against the wall of
The only crazy dream I had recently that I
remember in any detail was where Dani and I were sort of the Scooby
gang and ran around in the desert looking in old houses. One of
the ones in the dream was a combination of the old house in the middle
of nowhere and the burned-out church, in that the basement was visible
through the floor boards. [These were places we explored on a
road trip a couple weeks before this.]
I can't remember how much I told you about
the GE Smith dream. I was playing with him and the SNL
band. I can even show you the licks I played. It was
strange because everything was rearranged almost opposite what it was
supposed to be. See, the host of the show was in front of the
cameras, but the audience was behind him and the band was sort of in
between, also facing the back of the host. The show's control
rooms were behind the cameras. I was able to go back there
between commercial breaks. Crazy shit.
I dreamt last night that there was a guy
who could turn into a part-reptile monster (think The Abomination from
the Hulk comics) had a Hellraiser box and went into a private room at a
bank (i.e., the areas where you open your vault box) to work on
it. He changed into his reptile form and disappeared into
Hell. The bank employees went looking for him and he was gone...
to fight the Cenobites whose hooks couldn't penetrate his scaly hide!
I dreamt about you last night. How
the hell are you doing? And why don't we ever try to hook up like
we never quite did in my dream?
I was living in some sort of tiny shack up
on a cold cliff. It was like a dorm room, but I wasn't running
the heat because I was so poor. Apparently I was a grad
student. My next door neighbor was a monster and Chinese. I
don't know how to describe it. I went to a science convention
that I was in town for, and you were signing up people for something
and selling copies of a book for someone. We were going to hang
out, but we never got around to it. [This one turned out to be
pretty easy to analyze. I knew this friend from MySpace and met
her on the forums on there, then we kept up with one another until the
site died. She abandoned it before I did, and in fact I stuck
around until almost no one posted there anymore (even I didn't bother
posting to the site by that time; I was largely going out of
habit). It was like I was the hermit in a little room (read:
account/profile) in the wilderness. Shortly after I wrote her, we
talked on the phone for a while.]
I forgot to tell you about the dream I had
Saturday night/Sunday morning. It started out where I was
attending what was supposed to be a professional football game, only it
wasn't at a stadium. It was in a full-size field that I now
realize was at my junior high, although that didn't feature in the
dream. There were spectators, but we were all just standing
around on the edges of the field. I seemed to be there by myself,
but everyone sort of knew one another, much like [the jazz music fest I
go to locally], where a lot of people know one another from previous
years or live in the neighborhood. I was talking to a couple
different women there. We were sharing stories about this one
amazing play we had seen in an earlier game where a player caught an
out-of-bounds pass by putting his hand through a hole in the fence and
catching it with one hand.
Maybe because Doug Stanhope is a big
football fan (although this never comes up in his act), the dream
shifted where I was him, and I decided to go on a canoe trip with some
friends through the woods. (This was at least partly inspired by
your pointing out the canoe oars in the shed.) I was like, "Sure,
let's go." So three other guys and I took a couple canoes into
the jungle. This was based off the streams through the woods that
I used to explore in my early teens, although none of them were
actually large enough to be traversed by canoe. At best there
were low-lying spots that were two or three feet deep, but those were
punctuated by shallow channels that no boat could cross unless it had
We made our way though the jungle before
coming to a wooden walkway like one might find on a nature trail.
The canoes were forgotten about, and we continued along that. We
came across a roll-top desk that was sitting there in
poor-but-salvageable shape. Curiously, it was next to a set of
sliding glass doors alongside the path, as though we were in some sort
of giant atrium. We started to hurry along worried that someone
might discover us.
A little further ahead was another set of
sliding glass doors just as before. We could see out of them that
there was a futuristic city that was brand new and not yet occupied, as
though it hadn't yet opened. We started rushing ahead even faster
to steer clear of whomever was in charge of it.
Just beyond the doors was a small area
that looked to be a rest spot along the trail, but in it was a robot
and a baby of about six months of age or so. The robot was in
charge of taking care of the baby, but the child was actually fully
sentient far beyond his years. The robot merely had to feed it by
placing a hypodermic syringe in its head and injecting a clear
liquid. The baby told us details about the city, but I've
forgotten all of them.
I woke up with these fresh in my head, but
of course it's hard to ignore both Stan and my dad [who was visiting at
the time] and sit down with the Alphasmart when both want to talk about
Dream 1: The Earth passed through a nebula
that enveloped it. (Admittedly, this was a very small nebula;
most are light years across, whereas this was just enough to envelope
the planet and not even touch the moon). Meteors at the fringes
of the nebula followed and pelted the surface of the Earth. I
teleported to somewhere above the earth. I looked around
wondering if there were any others like me who could teleport, and I
realized that I could look for the flashes of light from the
teleportation. I found a girl who could teleport, and we watched
the meteors hit various places around the Earth. We flew down to
Earth and hung out in a field where we found a little girl of maybe
three or four years who had been orphaned, and we adopted her. I
was lying in the field and the little girl was drawing on my arm with a
marker. The teleporting girl pointed out what she was doing, and
I told her that it was the most beautiful feeling in the world.
Dream 2: I lived in New York city, only it
was very hilly. I met a girl who wanted to date me, but I told
her I didn't want to start going out with her because she lived too far
away. I lived on 5th, and she lived on 8th, so she challenged me
to race her to her place (because that would somehow prove that she was
close by... as though walking there non-competitively wouldn't?).
We were going to run though the hilly streets, but they were so smooth
that I crouched and slid on them on the tips of my fingers and toes
down the hills and then ran up the hills the rest of the way until we
got to her apartment, which seemed like it was on the outskirts of the
city somehow because there was grass in the yard in front of it.
I don't remember much of anything from
last night, I had some crazy dreams a couple nights ago. The best
of these (and the only one I was able to remember in any detail) was
inspired by the "Modern Family" episode where the ad for Phil's real
estate agency on the side of the family van has everyone thinking the
mom (and to a lesser extent the daughter) is a prostitute.
In the dream I hooked up with Laura Dern
in a hotel room. She was all business-like, and her kids were
even there (a boy and girl about 6 and 9, respectively) who watched tv
on a bed across the room while I had sex with their mom against the
wall by the door. I was thinking, "There has to be a better
business model than this." It was too impersonal, and it didn't
cater to my interests, just my most basic needs.
I opened a brothel that was built like a
haunted house (think Hangman's or someplace similar) where you had to
wind your way through the attractions... until you found something you
liked. All the girls were Suicide Girl types, only more goth than
that. They were often in these cardboard dog-house structures
that were like some sort of a themed kids' playhouse. For
example, one of them was like an igloo with a large 3D skull on the
front like the one they have (had?) on Cutting Edge [another haunted
house]. There weren't any beds, which was ironic, considering the
nature of the place. Each girl's area was kind of small, but it
was filled with bookshelves with all sorts of fun stuff: Horror novels
and comic book collections and old issues of horror comics from way
back like Creepy and Eerie.
>I had two of the craziest dreams ever
and they both had Seth Rogan in them! Really? Seth
Rogan. The first one was a party – I have no idea who was
throwing the party, but it was a house I had never been in. I was
in the kitchen making jell-o shots and Seth Rogan came in and started
helping and just talking about random stuff. I didn’t hear a lot
of it because it was loud and crowded and I was having sensory overload.
I used to have a lot of "celebs as
friends" dreams like this, but it was usually my idols rather than
someone who happens to be over-exposed by the media at the
moment. For example, I dreamt that I went over to Clapton's house
and watched him show me how to do different guitar licks while his
relatively young kids ran around. Another time I was helping
Roger Waters set up a huge concert in the middle of what must have been
an abandoned airport. We were surrounded by a sea of concrete
everywhere, but we had trucks full of staging to put together and make
something out of. We just didn't know what we wanted it to look
>The next one was like being in a video
game. (That’s the last time I watch [her son] play a video game
before I got to bed!) We were in this old, abandoned building
looking for a specific flower this lady on a computer asked us to
get. Apparently there was a greenhouse hidden in this
building. We had to find the flower before we could move
forward. Seth Rogan was on my team and I made him be in front of
me so he could deal with any bad guys! I woke up with my headache
just as we found the greenhouse.
The Doom dreams I had back in the '90s
were all about the levels. No purpose to them, just a bunch of
rooms and corridors that were epic in scale. The surprising thing
is how it all came to life as a real thing instead of 16-bit
graphics. The walls were colored properly instead of using 64
colors or whatever they were limited to at the time.
My crazy multi-part dream from a few
I arrived at an outdoor cafe with a group
of three other professionals. It wasn't clear if we were
teachers, lawyers, environmental investigators, or what, but I (with
two other guys and a girl) went to some sort of basketball arena that
had been devastated by a Katrina-scale storm. At first we were
just presenting our findings as documentary footage at a conference,
but then we were completely in the events of the film.
The arena was the last place of refuge for
people whose homes had been destroyed by the storm (much like the
Superdome following Katrina), and it was occupied by perhaps a hundred
or more people. They were mostly black and dressed like victims
of generational Apartheid-like poverty. They all had ripped
clothes and no other possessions. The roof of the arena was torn
open in a number of places around the top, and only the scaffolding
remained. A lot of the people sat up there, and there was even a
car driving around on it for fun. (How it got there was never
explained. It was a sand dune racer).
Suddenly a group of safari hunters started
trying to get in and kill everyone. They had all sorts of hunting
rifles, and they surrounded the place and were positioning themselves
at every entrance. We all started scrambling to get to shelter
within the corridors of the arena, and we looked for any place that
would hide us while we ran about locking and sealing the doors to the
Somehow it shifted to where I was in a
classroom or perhaps a bookstore like a Borders where all the books
were set out on display tables. People were sitting around tables
talking, when someone walked through with what looked like a garage
door opener and started clicking it at people. One click pointed
toward you, followed by turning the remote around and clicking it
again, and people would fall over dead. It was something the
robots came up with to kill humans. The apocalypse had begun.
As soon as people realized what as going
on, they started going nuts, running around the room in a panic.
You couldn't tell the humans from robots because they were all skin
jobs. Even the robots couldn't tell without trying the
clicker. If it didn't work, that was another robot.
Everyone was all trapped in the same room, and it was chaos.
There were kids there, and the robots were killing them too.
At the back of the big room was a large
storage room where I found a bunch more robots clustered
together. They didn't want to be a part of the killing,
especially the robots who had been placed in charge of caring for
children. One of them looked like a middle-aged woman, but her
face was destroyed because "she" had been trying to kill herself by
hitting some toys into it that she found in the store. It didn't
work beyond simply tearing up the facade of humanity.
The conflict escalated and reached apogee
in the next dream....
In the remains of an empty warehouse, a
warrior battled a huge robot, maybe ten or twelve feet tall. The
robot was humanoid and very agile, especially for his size, much like a
Transformers robot from the movies. The warrior fought him with a
10' circular saw blade attached to a long chain. He could throw
it about like a giant yo-yo, making a strike and reeling it back in
with the same motion. Throughout the battle, an electronic
version of "Breaking the Law" played as a soundtrack to the
melee. I remember thinking that I would have to try to re-record
what I heard in my dream when I adapted the movie.
When the battle was over, the warrior and
I walked toward a makeshift restaurant on the edge of the darkened
battlefield. By this time we were wearing Conan-esque fur
underwear and some other barbarian-like ornamentation.
At the "restaurant" (which was just a
shack from which someone was serving sandwiches) were a crowd of
perhaps 50 or so other barbarian types, including a few women. It
was becoming clear that we had defeated most of the robots but that
there were heavy casualties and only a fraction of humanity
remained. Two muscular Asian women announced that they were eager
to repopulate with us (meaning me and the other warrior) and the crowd
Somehow I was back with the original group
of professionals from the beginning of the dream, and the preceding
events were negated, even though we remembered them. The four of
us walked back to the open-air cafe in the town where we started out,
and we found that we had left our books on the table, only it had
rained in the meantime. I had left out a copy of a leatherbound
book collecting a lot of Renaissance Italian texts and drawings.
Thankfully it wasn't too damaged.
I offered the girl in the group a ride
because somehow her car had been lost in the apocalypse (even though
most of the town looked fine and seemed to be getting back to
normal). I'm not sure where we were actually going, but in the
car we talked about how the events fit into a movie. We decided
that this was a prequel to Blade Runner (which doesn't make any sense,
I know) and that it was a sequel to either "I, Robot" or "A.I." (which,
again, makes less than no sense).
I kept dreaming that I had to hide ALF
from the government and was always just one step ahead of them.
Last night was torture. Dani brought
Stan in to sleep with her, so I slept in the spare bed in his
room. All night long I kept alternating between hot and
cold. I went to bed fully clothed, then had to take off almost
everything because I was burning up. I kept going back and forth
throughout the night only getting a little bit of sleep. I kept
dreaming that the wad of covers was an episode of Adventure Time, and I
had to unscramble it to make it useable. It was horrible.
So almost no sleep even though I was in bed for ten and a half hours.
I am feeling a little better today, but I
don't know if it will last. I went to bed relatively early, but I
couldn't sleep so I got up and emailed you and watched an episode of
Numb3rs. It was about Charlie throwing himself into a set of
data. He was obsessing and trying to get control over randomness
because his brother had been stabbed by a guy they were chasing a few
episodes ago. No one believed Charlie that there was a serial
killer in the data because it was all so random. He realized that
the killer was changing his methodology to obscure his own
pattern. All night long I kept dreaming that I was Charlie and I
was constantly going out to crime scenes and even car accidents, all
because I needed enough data to see where the real patterns were.
I didn't get a very full night of sleep,
but it was more than the night before. The sheets were soaked
with sweat when I got up. My throat is killing me. It's so
swollen that I have a different voice. It hurts to talk.
Had a bad night of coughing, so my voice
is still terrible. I had a dream that was a mix of the experience
of coughing and looking at the mass of plumbing beneath the
house. I was at an old-time factory full of steam pipes.
They curved around and formed a Giger-esque shape reminiscent of a
ribcage. The police came in to arrest someone named Chris Wilson
(for child porn or something like that), who was a man connected to all
the machines via tubing going into his abdomen. Without him the
factory wouldn't run almost at all. We were trying to get air to
flow through the tubes, but many were old, thin-walled copper pipes
with kinks and huge dents in them. Many of them were clogged in
addition to the damage. I woke up coughing as we were trying to
push air through the pipes.
[My deceased neighbor] Jim came back to
life and turned up at his house [which in real life we now own].
He was surprised to find that his sister had gotten rid of so many of
his things. Apparently we had bought the house, although I don't
know how that figured into it. Jim said he was away helping some
sort of charity organization (I forget the details). He literally
materialized in front of his house.
I frequently have dreams in which I happen
across "closet classic" [guitar] finds. For example, I dreamt I
was driving in the middle of a desert when I came across a guitar shop
that had all sorts of Steinberger guitars (which are a rare find in
general, and this was a store full of them!). Many of them were
models that were rare, and still others were completely invented in my
mind and had all sorts of amazing features such that they practically
Three dreams last night:
1) I went to [our regular karaoke bar] for
the first time in ages, only it was a completely different place, like
a small restaurant. There was no karaoke. I talked to one
person I knew there (a projection; not based on anyone) who said that
they fired the dj (who apparently was a guy) and just hadn't bothered
doing karaoke anymore. The corner where a portable dj set usually
rested was empty. I left with the large group of friends I had
brought with me (again, all projections).
2) I was on a Greyhound bus sitting next
to some sorority girls and heading to Louisiana to visit my dad.
I was calling a lawyer about selling my house, which was based on [my
old house], only it was completely different than that. It had
been in a fire, though most of it was okay.
3) I was sitting in the front yard of my
house (again, invented) when the grass started moving in a spot near
me. I thought at first it was box turtles hatching (fully gown as
they had sometime earlier in an imagined dream), but then it seemed
like it was snakes. The snakes turned out to be hands, and a
group of at least a half-dozen zombies emerged from the lawn. I
ran across the street to the house where my parents lived (Dani and the
kids didn't exist, but somehow both my parents were alive). I
went in and warned them, then tried to fight the zombies using whatever
weapons I could find in the foyer like rakes and broomsticks. I
zombies only seemed to come one at a time, and they developed
personality and speech during the fight.
Lots of crazy dreams including one where I
was hosting a Halloween party. It wasn't at my house (just a
made-up one), and a lot of relatives from Louisiana were there.
Dreamt David Gilmour showed up at my house
and decided to hang out for a bit. We talked about Pink Floyd's
music for a while. At one point we were out on a ledge outside my
bedroom window, but instead of the roof of the front porch, we were
standing on a concrete slab at least five stories up over a busy
intersection. Stan snuck out the window, and I was trying to get
him to come back from one corner of the ledge and climb back into the
window. When I turned around, Gilmour was gone and only his young
wife (close to my age) was still standing there. She said he
fell. We looked down, and his body was lying on the pavement
below. She and I went back inside with me offering condolences,
and we both started crying intensely. A little later in the dream
I saw Gilmour on tv talking about how he fell and almost died.
That was one of at least four dreams that
night. I also had one about how I had to memorize all the model
numbers and suffices for all the Ibanez guitars (I have been
researching the RG and Jem series lately for projects recently), and
they were similar to how the Prius recently expanded into several
variant models: plug-in, sports car, SUV, etc.
Had a crazy dream that HP Lovecraft's old
house was abandoned and haunted. I broke into it and snuck
around. It was actually [my neighbor's] house on the corner of
[the street I grew up on]. Somehow, behind that house, there was
a much larger estate that was also supposed to have been
Lovecraft's. There was even another, more experimental house in
the front yard of it that was subterranean with only a few windows
visible on the ground. I snuck into the larger house, but I
noticed a motion sensor triggered (apparently the place had been
converted into a museum), so I ran out and tried to get away.
Eventually I returned, and the building was now occupied as a research
center for Lovecraft scholarship. There were bookshelves full of
all sorts of volumes, including sketchbooks full of drawings by HR
Giger, and many other seemingly-unrelated books. Somehow I ended
up getting on a bus with a group of high school or college kids and
leaving for a summer camp. When I arrived there, several friends
of mine were there, and we had supper around a big table.
I was looking at a house I wanted to buy,
a very upscale one that was at once both historic (at least the
area/exterior) and modern (interior). It was an Open House, so
many people were looking at it. It wasn't an auction, but the
agents were openly saying they expected it to go for far more than the
asking price (e.g., several $100k vs. $60k). I went into one room
in it, and I realized that you could "fly" if you opened your mind in
that room. I started giving seminars in there and teaching people
how to let go of gravity. I/They could become weightless and
drift around the room (or rotate about their center of gravity) if they
wanted to, although some people were very negative and didn't want to
I dreamt last night that Ed Helms'
character on The Office (which we are watching right now) just broke up
with his onscreen girlfriend Erin and was passing the time by making
"monster" models, all of which were houses: Norman Bates' house, the
Munster house, and the Addams Family house. After I woke up, I
did some research on these, and they are all 1/87 (HO) scale, so they
actually would look good together.
Had lots of crazy dreams including that I
was in my 20s and picking up kids from my old neighborhood to babysit
them. [One of my friends] was a snippy jr. high-age kid.
Had another dream earlier in the night in which a group of college kids
were serving breakfast to handicapped people (inspired by a storyline
on "House"). One of the girls even served breakfast naked because
she thought that would make it even better for the handicapped
guys. This was apparently onboard a space station or some sort of
futuristic city (inspired by a story in "Creepy" magazine I was reading
right before bed).
Had crazy dreams about working for some
big electronics corporation that was almost altogether clueless.
For example, I was placed with a group of low-level execs (all around
my age) and we were given a bunch of new dvd players still in the
package. We had no idea what the task was. A lot of the
dream involved us playing politics. For example, at a staff
meeting, one of the bosses gave me a seat that belonged to a more
senior employee, who was then offended but was told that he was being
moved down the table. Later in the dream, the company was in
trouble, and a big group of us were laid off. Several of us went
to an amusement park, including Kevin (from The Office) who pretended
to be a big sea lion laying on the ground making grunting noises which
scared and amused children. Later I went back to the office where
I infiltrated all sorts of work spaces including a product testing area
that was more like a lab, then the main offices of the highest-level
officials in the company before they took my name tag and company phone.
Had a crazy dream that Halloween just
snuck up on me. I had forgotten Halloween night was coming, and I
didn't have any candy to give kids. My decorations weren't even
finished. A swarm of kids descended on the house (which was sort
of [my old house] with a garage) when I turned on some colored
spotlights to test them. I even had kids running around inside
the house. It got so bad that I had two cops getting kids out of
the house. The cops said it was a bad night; someone had already
been killed and some girls raped, all related to Halloween. I
woke up thinking it was fall and that the weather would be really cool,
which as it turned out, it wasn't.
Stella woke me up pretty early this
morning from a crazy epic dream based on Moebius and Jodorosky's
graphic novel "The Incal." Huge buildings, people whose anatomy
could magically change (e.g., a guy's thumb turned into a key), etc.
Crazy dreams about having to clear land
around our house. Apparently there were several other pieces of
land I owned that were adjacent to it that had houses on them.
Lots of big branches and even junk around there that needed to be
collected and chopped up. Next door to one of the houses was a
long, empty industrial building. It turned out a high school was
on the other side of that. Stan and Stella (who was just
beginning to walk [though she wasn't even 5 m.o. when I dreamed this])
explored it with me. Stella would even go to the edge of the top
of the building and drop off so I could catch her.
Had intense crazy dreams in which I was at
a mall, then went to a huge water slide that had supposedly been carved
out of rock over the years. It had been worn smooth from so much
use that you could slide right down it like it was polished
fiberglass. [One of my friends] was there (except she was
flat-chested) in a gold C-3PO bathing suit. Eventually I went on
to other places nearby which turned out to be a huge park like Disney
World. I ran into some of my relatives, and it turned into a
family reunion, even though they were from opposite sides of my
family. [The identities and relationships were also jumbled or
just plain wrong. For example:] [One of my cousins by
marriage] was there (only it wasn't her), and she was [another
cousin]'s mom (instead of her aunt). Then [my uncle]'s sons were
there and got along [which they don't in real life]. [The younger
one] was a short guy who acted crazy. He had married a young
Asian woman, and they had a two year-old boy [none of which is true in
Had a dream in which I ran into [a girl I
knew from jr. high/high school]. We were best friends now and
sort-of dating. I decided to reveal to her that she was Ally
McBeal (which she apparently was and didn't know it). I ran all
over the house we lived in looking for the video camera to record her
reaction, but I couldn't find it.
Had loads of dreams, but I don't remember
most of them. In one, I met a girl who was a total stranger, and
I convinced her I was an amazing lover. We made out briefly, and
it was likely going to lead to more, but I woke up before it progressed.
Crazy dreams about posing as a businessman
at a hotel (think someplace like Doubletree in Dallas) with a Mexican
guy I hired off a work crew cleaning up a run-down property I just
acquired. He and I dressed up in business suits. He hardly
spoke any English, but I would just direct him where to go with
me. We ended up in the one area outside of some elevators where I
spotted [a girl I knew from college] with another girl, both in formal
business attire. They were at a table working on a project on
their laptops. I went up to her and got her to kiss me.
Ended up being a long, passionate kiss. Then I got in the
elevator with "Guermo" (looked like the guy from Jimmy Kimmel) and
left. I woke up very soon after that, remembered the dream, and
thought to myself, "That was a good dream."
Also had a dream before that one in which
[my ex] and I sat down and talked for a long time. I had cancer
and was going to die soon, but I didn't tell her that (though I had a
cane). Conversation didn't go very well; we mostly argued.
I was falling asleep feeding Stella and
kept micro-napping. At one point I dreamed that there was a
species of birds who had only one leg, and I wondered why that wasn't
true of all birds (presumably because they only need to stand when they
aren't flying, and don't need to walk since they can fly).
Crazy bunch of dreams about living in [the
rural town where I spent my teenage years], how we set up a barricade
to keep people from coming down our road and onto our property.
In the end we were shooting at people and they kept coming. [One
of the bartenders from the karaoke bar] was leading a wave of armed
children toward our house.
Had some wild dreams. In one I was
at Toys R Us looking at a new line of Scooby Doo figures. It was
something about how there were "good" and "evil" versions of each
character (including all the bad guys and the Scooby gang). They
also came with some maroon slime that apparently they sloughed off when
they transformed. The only interesting bad guy I remember was the
Headless Horseman. The good version looked like a happy pumpkin,
while the evil version looked more like Halloween Jack [an evil
pumpkin-headed character I made as a Halloween decoration]. Same
thing with the "evil" versions of the Scooby gang; they had jagged,
In another dream I was exploring an area
similar to Skull Creek [an undeveloped subdivision that we used to
explore in college; it was the source of a lot of local urban
legends]. It was a crew of me and three other guys (all
projections; no real identity) who were sort of ghost
investigators. We drove around a bit, but when we left there were
some kids and their parents who were about to go into the woods.
There was an area set up with glow-in-the-dark decorations and
blacklights, strangely situated outside the woods. Also, the
trail was called "Cooper's Trail" after Agent Dale Cooper on Twin
Peaks, and it had a similar vibe to it in that there was a supernatural
secret in the woods.
Really wild dreams:
1) This was the first dream, so it's vague
and hard to remember, but there was something about how I was with a
group of pre-teens, and one of them accidentally got killed by clowning
around. Rather than get the police involved (because we were
worried that we would get the blame somehow even though it was entirely
his fault), we threw his body in the lake (or river?) we were playing
around, and I dropped this piece of metal fencing on top of it.
The plan was to just keep him hidden until we were away, but I realized
that it could hold the body down there forever and it wouldn't be found
for months or years.
2) I was in an office building and I took
a different elevator than the guy I came in with because I worked above
the 10th floor. He worked on the 10th, and there were different
elevators than that. (I thought this was connected to the
previous dream somehow, but can't see the connection now.)
3) I was at a fairly expensive house
swimming in a small saltwater pool in the back yard with the lady who
owned the place. I had this divergent mental state of supposedly
knowing her and her husband while in the dream realizing I had no
recollection of any history with these people. She was telling me
that her husband had killed himself a few months ago, and she was now
going to put the house on the market for 20 million, (which I thought
was excessive since the house was barely worth a million).
4) I took Stella to see a new Star Wars
movie, only it really wasn't clear where it fit in the
chronology. I remember thinking in the dream that it was too soon
for the newest (i.e., JJ Abrams) movie to come out, but that they were
also making the in-between movies about when the characters were young,
so maybe that was what I was watching. (This is actually a
recurring theme in my dreams. I go to the movies and either don't
know what I'm going to see or they end up showing something different
from what I'm expecting.) This movie appeared to be a sequel to
the prequels: Anakin wasn't Darth Vader, but instead had settled down
on Tatooine with Padme. He was in his 40s and wore glasses (even
though no one in Star Wars wears glasses). He lived in the house
that Luke grew up in (which doesn't really make sense since that was
Owen's), but it had expanded and was now sort of a compound. He
even had four land speeders around it, all the big kind you see in the
Lars' garage in the first movie, not Luke's open-top brown model.
There didn't seem to be any plot to the movie, just Anakin talking to
someone about how he didn't want to go on any more adventures. I
also remember that the opening credits were just close-ups of R2D2's
"face" and "chest." I had Stella on my lap the whole time with
only half a bottle of formula, and I worried she would start crying
during the movie since the odds were against me that she wouldn't get
hungry again, even if she fell asleep in the movie. There was
also some weird stuff in the beginning of the dream were I was swapping
seats with a lady my age and her mom so I could get a seat closer to
the center. Even then, we were sitting almost at the very front
of the theater right up against the screen.
5) I was driving through a neighborhood
with Stella and Shadow [one of my cats], and I pulled over and stopped,
then went up against the side of a house, got out a video camera, and
started filming myself doing sketches from Pee Wee's Playhouse.
(Or at least that's what my brain says they were; I don't remember what
I was doing.) Apparently I made money doing this. [One of
my old professors from grad school] pulled up with his under-12
daughter in the car (reality: he only has a son who is around my age),
and he sat on the curb across the street talking education
history/philosophy with me while I was working on the sketches.
Eventually he just laid down on the curb in front of the house across
the street and fell asleep. The people who owned it came out
briefly and looked things over (probably because we were having to talk
loudly back and forth across the street), then went back inside.
I don't know why, but I went over to their house and started spraying a
layer of white paint (almost like fake window frosting) along the top
front edge of the house, presumably to keep it cooler in the summer,
even though I didn't know these people at all. I think the point
was that [the professor] was trying to recuit me back into the grad
program, and I was reluctant. I remember thinking to myself that
I was Pee Wee Herman and could always fall back on that, but then I
remembered in the dream that I wasn't actually Pee Wee Herman or even
officially endorsed by him in any way! Other than when they
pulled up in the car, I never saw [the professor]'s daughter again, but
during the whole dream, I kept moving Stella (who was less than 3
months old; an idea probably triggered because I have been showing Dad
the pictures I put on his hard drive that go back several months to
when she was almost new-born) around with me wherever I went, and
Shadow always followed me around.
Again with the crazy dreams. This
set was unique in that they all featured real people instead of just
1) We lived in a different house that was
supposed to still be in the same location. However, we were
surrounded by large houses, and not on the corner. I was in my
back yard (which had large houses on every side) and ran into my
deceased neighbor Jim. He had been away but came back. He
was homeless because we had bought his house while he was away, and now
he didn't have anywhere to live, so he was just wandering the
streets. He and I talked, then Dani came out for a bit and I
suggested she make him something to eat. She made him the same
sandwich I ate last night at Dad's (roast beef and Swiss). The
cats were outside milling around too, and I gathered them up and
brought them inside. Eventually I had to leave to take Stan to
daycare (Stella apparently didn't exist). Dani asked me if I
thought we should just get Stan an extra jacket that he could leave at
daycare (which doesn't make sense since he only needs a jacket coming
and going), and I felt guilty that we had money to spend on something
relatively trivial when Jim was living on the streets now.
2) Again I was in a different house, and I
was wandering around outside. The house looked a lot more like
the smaller, older homes in New Orleans, like Mom's old house before
she and Dad married. The one in my dream had a concrete backyard
like hers. Somehow Stan had climbed up on the roof and was even
playing on the wires leading to the service main. Instead of it
just being the 3 wires, there was a whole web of them that he could
climb around upon. I yelled at him and even had to climb up and
get him, but I knew he was fearless and did things like that all the
time (in the dream). Several others (maybe Dani and [another
friend]) observed the same about Stan. It was just accepted that
he was prone to stunts like this, even though in the dream he was only
3) I had a crazy mix of me in "Orange is
the New Black" set in the '30s (like maybe Shawshank, but
different). I was going to prison for 15 months (same as in
"Orange"), although at another point in the dream it switched to 11
years. I dreamt that I was in a visiting area in the courthouse
with Dani. Everything was '30s style, including what Dani was
wearing. We were visiting, but I was separated from here like we
were in two different cubicles. A woman passed through who was
supposedly a judge, and she went up to another couple and told the man
he could go free. When she got to me she said I couldn't.
We asked her why, and she said it was because I wasn't hugging my
wife. I pointed out that I couldn't because we were separated by
the partition, but she didn't care. Later I was in a line with 20
or so other prisoners, and one of them was being dramatic. He was
yelling things and making a scene, and I pointed out that it sounded
like poetry. He and the other prisoners laughed, and he calmed
down and decided it would start turning his throughts into poetry.
Note: Regarding dreaming while I was at
Dad's: I didn't write down things for every day, but most of them were
very productive for dreaming. I had the advantage of sleeping a
long time at a stretch, then waking up slowly rather than to children
screaming. Those two elements seems to be of the most importance
in having intense dreams and recalling them. Specifically, I need
a lot of sleep to have the dreams, then have to wake up gradually and
naturally in order to remember them.
Bunch of dreams:
In one I was watching weird porn.
Three she-males (which actually just looked completely like women with
dicks; all three were alike too) were having sex with three women bent
over with their asses in the air. The she-males were whipping
them. I was thinking, "How did I end up on this channel?"
Someone walked in, like a girlfriend of something. I told her I
was watching porn, and we decided to have sex. As we're having
sex, I notice she looks exactly like my ex (which was prompted by
finding the videotape the other day that [my ex wife] made giving a
tour of our old house), and I thought, "That's not right." I
mentally started changing her into [her college roommate]. I
remember adjusting her eyes to make them more like [the roommate]'s,
got her hair darker, etc.
In another dream a bunch of people were on
a space station. One of them was a guy who looked like he was in
his 60s and was going to retire. He was getting off the space
station and told them to drop him off in Antarctica because he hadn't
seen it before. They pointed out that he didn't have any supplies
and wasn't dressed warmly enough.
Had a dream that I was exploring tunnels
with someone who was supposed to be a young Martin Scorsese. I
was demonstrating different flow patterns in the tunnel, how when the
water went back uphill it slowed down, then sped up past the
hill. We eventually came out inside an old battleship that had
young recruits on it, but we pretended to be higher-ranking than they
were and passed among them without incident. Oddly enough, the
ship was mostly made of wood and was very cramped inside.
Whole string of crazy dreams:
1) I met up with Doug Stanhope and a
friend of his, an old guy who looked a bit like Hershel from "Walking
Dead." They had been friends a long time, although I don't know
the connection. We all met up just off the side of the road on a
country highway in our cars. An older lady pulled up who knew
them. She was into me, and I wanted to hang out with them, but I
told them I had a biochemistry exam the next day that I needed to study
for. They said they were going to be at the 7-11 hanging out
later. I was hoping to study some then meet up with them, and I
realized I should have gotten the lady's name and number before I left
in case I couldn't make it later that night.
2) I was at my Dad's new house (which was
completely made up; a new construction near a lake), and I noticed the
plumbing was leaking. It wasn't spraying everywhere, but water
was coming up from under the floor, getting the walls wet. I was
going to try fixing it, but Dad said not to because it was cheaper to
have someone else fix it due to tax breaks, which really didn't make
3) As I was talking to Dad, we were
outside next to the lake, and I was watching all these weird
experimental aircraft fly around. Most were very small, lots of
unconventional designs. One of them looked like a small aquatic
hovecraft, a bit like a speed boat, and it landed on the lake.
4) I was driving through Las Vegas when I
heard on the radio that 100,000 troops had been killed in Iraq by alien
invaders. I looked up, and there was a "saucer" (which was
actually more like a 3D polyhedron a la M.C. Escher) [I had been
looking through books of M.C. Escher's works with my son earlier] over
Vegas. I went into a shop owned by an alien, and he was ejecting
all the human customers saying it was alien territory now and humans
weren't allowed. I went in anyway, and we went to a back room
where he lived. He was apparently an important alien, and he
lived with two other wise aliens. They all looked vaguely like
the "Mars Attacks" aliens. They had shriveled orange or red faces
and were very short. In the back room there was a simple bed with
a few chairs. Under the bed was a ghost cat which flew up threw
the bed and sat on it.
5) Next thing I knew, I was taking the
biochemistry exam. It was in an abandoned retail space, like an
old carpet store. The floor was carpeted and the lighting was
really too poor to try to take an exam in. I got the exam and had
no idea about any of it. Instead of multiple choice like the
previous 3 exams, this was all short answer or essay. You could
hear the 50 or so students gasp when they received it. But to
make things more reasonable, the professor handed back a bunch of study
guides we had done previously in our class. However, when I got
mine, it wasn't mine at all. I called the prof over, and he tried
to find mine. He mixed other study guides up between students,
but mine never turned up. So he went to a closet at the back of
the room where textbooks were kept, and pulled out what looked like a
solution guide to the textbook problems, only it was a book about super
heroes. The first half of it was DC heroes, then it switched over
to Marvel characters, all in action scenes. The first question on
the exam was something about insect venom, so I started looking through
the book for things about the Wasp (from the Avengers), even though
technically she doesn't do anything with venom. I'm pretty sure I
turned in the test almost completely blank and failed the class.
These are excepts from the emails I still
have between my old roommate and I after I transfered to a different
school. There are some gaps in here because I apparently didn't
collect all of them from this period (which was a very labor-intensive
process at the time). Anything in 2nd-person is talking to him.
Fri. night I had a dream about [my
post-high school girlfriend]. I dreamt that you and I were in
some clothing store (it looked really crappy -imagine K-mart clothes on
K-mart clothes racks in a store about the size of the Limited with all
the walls painted a drab yellow color). I turned around and saw
[exgirlfriend]'s mom (remarkably, even though I hadn't seen her in
about two years, she looked just like her in my dream) standing behind
me looking at clothes. I wasn't sure it was her, but she saw me
and said hi and told me to stick around, that [exgirlfriend] was coming
in a minute. You had the right idea and started for the door as
soon as she started talking, but I couldn't get away in time and
[exgirlfriend] came in just as I was turning to leave. She used
to have long blond hair, but in my dream she had it cut to just above
her shoulders with a really wavy perm and (really strange) she had
these splotches of color in a small patch of her hair on the right side
of her head. They (the splotches) were all bright colors just
like the tye dye she was wearing. She was about 6'1" and had her
youngest sister with her (who is in reality the exact height that
[exgirlfriend] was in the dream only her sister was [exgirlfriend]'s
height in reality). [exgirlfriend] and her sis both came up and
hugged me and I was nice and talked for a second but told them I had to
go. She said to wait that her boyfriend would be along shortly
and just as she said that he was walking up. He had a mustache,
but otherwise looked like a nice guy so I hugged him, which he didn't
know what to make of and [exgirlfriend] and her family just
laughed. I'm not sure what it all means, but I think it's got
something to do with me letting her go.
[This actually reads as a close
approximation of an event involving her from several years
before. She and I broke up shortly after I started college.
We didn't have any contact for a while, then she started writing me
(and I back) after I sent her a "get well" card following a car
accident. We ran into one another at Walmart, several months
later, and she got ticked because I was avoiding her. Writing
occasionally was fine with me, but I didn't want any contact because
she wanted to get back together. She quit writing for a long
time, but she used to look up my dorm room number and call it every
once in a while, like maybe once a year or every other year, maybe
between boyfriends or something. I remember hearing about a
couple boyfriends in her letters, and that must have been rattling
around in my brain before it popped up in a dream after not seeing her
for two years at this point.]
I dreamt about us last night.
Somehow you sent out some sort of cryptic, gothic message via e-mail
onto everybody's machine and it gave some kid a heart attack or made
him kill himself or something. I read it on my calculator (I
don't know how it got there) and [my ex-roommate before the one I was
writing to] read it on his machine and was mad that you put it
there. You came over to my room (we both lived in [the dorm I was
living in at the time], but you lived in another building about two
units down) and the police came over to my room and asked us questions
about the message and told us it had killed some kid. Then I
think I woke up. Weird.
I was taking a nap the other evening
before supper and I was dreaming that I was driving. My alarm
went off and I was trying to decide (in my dream) whether to let go of
the steering wheel to reach for the alarm or to keep driving. I
reached for the alarm before I was fully awake and in my dream I went
off of a cliff I was driving past. I hate it when that happens!
I dreamt that we went to a Chinese
restaurant where all they served was ice cream unless you were getting
take out, then you could actually get Chinese food. Then we were
up on this platform about two stories high in the back yard of my old
house where I used to live next door to a crazy Philippinos [This is
true. My neighbors were both from the Philippines and either
crazy or just stupid]. One of them kept coming out of his back
door and yelling at us to stop yelling, so we started talking
lower. He still kept coming out of his house and telling us to
stop yelling. Finally we just didn't say anything at all and he
came out again, so we waited for him to go back inside and went after
him and blew up their house. Roasted dog meat flew everywhere.
Last night I finished the book for my
English class. It was pretty sad, but it had a happy
ending. Then I went to sleep and dreamt that I was in this old
house that was on a platform on the lake (I think it was one of the
lakes around campus, only there were a bunch of industrial looking
buildings around it). The platform that the house was on could
move across the water because it was attached to this rusty old
mechanical arm. I happened to be in the house with a couple of
people (actually the house was three stories tall and filled with
people all over in different rooms) and it started moving very quickly
across the surface of the water and then it began spinning on the
platform as well. For a while I was really afraid that the whole
house was going to fall off of the platform or that the rusty old
mechanical arm was going to break, but the house finally slowed down
Last night I dreamt that I was on [the
university's] campus (imagine that!) and (as in all my dreams on this
subject) the place was not only huge, but actually a city.
However, it was run by futuristic police and I was part of a rebel
group who ran around breaking the rules, the first of which was running
around and breaking the rules. Anyway, I got arrested and woke
up, but you had to be there to see how cool everything looked. It
was just like being in a GI Joe cartoon in Cobra's secret base.
Tell [our old next-door neighbor] I dreamt
about her. I dreamt that she made a yearbook for her school and
that she, [her roommate], and two other girls were on the cover, all of
them about 9 or 10 years old except for [her roommate] who was about
6. [The neighbor] explained that that was because she wanted to
get [her roommate] off of the cover altogether, but that was the best
she could do. Go figure.
Speaking of masses of cells: I forgot to
tell you, the night before last, after looking at all of those baby
books, I dreamt that [my ex-wife, who I was dating at the time;
hereafter refered to as my ex] and I had kids. Actually, they
were [her aunt and uncle's] kids, the ones we always go over and play
with. There wasn't a plot to it or anything, it was just me, my
wife, and our kids, two or three of them. Last night I dreamt
about having kids again. This time I was going on some kind of
camping trip in this new town that I had moved to. A lot of the
kids in the town, both boys and girls, would get on this little
sailboat (just like the ones we were playing on out by your house) and
their scoutmaster ([???don't recognize this girls' name]'s alcoholic
step-dad) would take them out to wherever they were camping. In
my dream I was just going with them, but it turned out later that [my
ex] had come along as well. It was only three boys (about the
ages of [same girl]'s little bros, strangely enough) except for one
girl who was really [my ex] about age ten to twelve, only she wore
glasses. I was absolutely in love with her. [My ex] loved
her too. I think I would have fallen in love with [my ex] no
matter how old either of us were when we met if it was under the right
I had a wet dream last night that I was on
"Northern Exposure," a show that I've only seem maybe twice in my
entire life. I was the doctor character (actually he's not a
doctor on the show anymore) and [my ex] was his girlfriend's character
(and consequently my girlfriend). We were in some really rundown
cabin in the woods and I was telling her some made-up sounding story
about how this guy had broken into the cabin years ago and raped this
woman, only she liked it and tried to help him get off. I was
making [my ex] help me re-enact it by having her stand behind me and
reach around me and give me a hand job. The funny thing was that
when I ejaculated I was facing a wall, standing about 3 or 4 ft from it
and my come came out like a firehose for about 5 seconds and knocked 1
or 2 of the shelves off of the wall. Then I woke up and changed
Last night I dreamt that [my ex] was
either a gynecologist or some sort of researcher because she knew a lot
of stuff about AIDS. Somehow we ended up at one of Madonna's old
houses and [my ex] found some organic matter (hair, I think) and
analyzed it right there on the spot with some chemicals and told me
that Madonna had AIDS. I totally freaked out. I remember
thinking all kinds of stuff like who she might have caught it from, who
she might have given it to and stuff like how [my ex] and I were
sitting on the biggest news in the world right now. I couldn't
believe it. I woke up this morning feeling the same as I did
after I had that dream about killing that woman, only I didn't remember
the dream until [a girl I worked with on campus] had told me about
hers. God, what a morning.
[Note: My roommate was obsessed with
Madonna at the time.]
Last night I dreamt that I was in some new
dorm (it was really gothic looking) and I was living there either by
myself or (I'm not really sure) with [a guy I worked with on campus at
the time] and his former roommate who is an asshole. I dreamt
that [the guy]'s girlfriend was pregnant and that he was going to stick
by her even though he wasn't sure that it was his kid. I was
digging in my closet looking for my b-day cake and some red beans that
I thought that they had hidden from me when [the asshole roommate]
started making fun of my shirt. Granted, it was an ugly shirt,
but I decided to hurt him anyway. I went over and put a pillow
over his head (he was laying in bed) and told him I was going to show
him a trick (he believed me too). I grabbed a baseball, put it in
a sock and started swinging it into his stomach (a la "Full Metal
Jacket"). I don't think it's a coincidence that I also happened
to see a part of "A Few Good Men" passing through the lobby last night
and that I threw our Beck ball at the wall this morning to wake up
dumbass and get him to shut off his alarm. [Note: I have no idea
what the Beck ball was; it's definitely a reference to the singer of
I dreamt that my [dorm] room was arranged
slightly different than it really is. Imagine if you cut my room
at the head of the beds and made that the end up against the wall where
the door into the hallway was and took the closets and moved them to
the other end of the room. In my dream I was sleeping and
something woke me up for a minute and I decided to get up and go to the
bathroom. Since the door out of the room was right there by the
bed I could just reach up and see if anyone was outside in the hall.
I opened up the door (I was still laying
in bed) and saw this girl walking toward the other end away from
me. I decided I would just wait for her to leave and then I would
go to the bathroom cause I didn't want her to see me in my underwear
(normally I just put a pair of shorts on to go to the bathroom).
I sort of went back to sleep in the meantime (remember this is all in
my dream; I never woke up to experience any of this).
A few minutes later the same girl came and
started walking into my room and I looked up and saw her and told her
that she had the wrong room. She looked at me and told me that
she had the right room and used my name somewhere in that sentence, so
I figured she knew me. The girl who I'm picturing doing all of
this is in reality a girl who I see around [the sorority girls dorm;
one of my friends (very non-sorority though) lived there], but is
really very quiet and withdrawn, though not really mousy.
She then came all the way into my room and
told me that she had been sent there to wake me up (she never did say
by whom). Then she crawled into bed and we started fooling around
immediately and I had her completely naked in less than 30 seconds from
the time she walked in. We continued fooling around and
occasionally she would start laughing or talking loudly and I would
tell her to be quiet because she was going to wake my roommate up.
I think I surprised me semi-conscious mind
when my unconscious dream creating part of my mind said that because I
had to look over and see what I was talking about. *[my ex]* was
in the other bed!
Why is that so weird? Because the
girl I was fooling around with, while not [my ex] in name, was accepted
by my unconscious as [my ex] because she looked like her naked
(especially her nipples, that's why I thought it was her). Now
all the parts of my mind were trying to figure out what was going on
and must have given up because the next thing I remember thinking was
that it sure was great to be climbing all over a naked woman who looked
just like [my ex] and I had a wet dream.
Also, I dreamt that I bought another
guitar and was running around and playing "Where the Streets Have No
Name" at some sort of Martin Luther King Day thing in the quad because
I thought that song was about him. Yes, U2 did write a song about
MLK, but that was "Pride (In the Name of Love)." I'm just a
little mixed up after studying chem all night and trying to have erotic
dreams. For some strange reason I dreamt all about organic
synthesis reactions and knew even in deep sleep that an alkylation
reaction between an aromatic structure and an alkyl halide could be
catalyzed by AlCl3.
Still don't know why I bought that guitar
in my dream. It was really funny looking for a Fender, but it was
supposed to be one. You know how the pickups each have six little
metal circles lined up with the strings? Mine had a different #
of circles on each pickup; 6, 3, and 5 on each one from the neck pickup
to the bridge pickup. Also it looked more like one of the guitars
Van Halen's been using for the last 5 years.
This afternoon I dreamt that I went over
to [my friend]'s dad's house and she was carrying a baby (in her arms,
not her womb). The baby was actually her, but she was also
carrying it. Then she handed me the baby and it wasn't her
anymore and it was some other really quiet, intelligent baby and it
looked around at everything. Then my alarm clock went off and I
woke up and went to cell bio.
Last night I dreamt that the building
where the chem library is at [my school] was where [a different
building at my old school] was. I went over to it and I found out
that it was Playboy magazine's library. I went in there and
walked up and down the stairwell and found that along the wall there
were words going up the wall alphabetically to way you would find words
at the top of a page in the dictionary. These showed you what
keywords you could find on that floor. Funny thing was that most
of the words were "sex-"something. I got off on the floor marked
"breasts" and saw all of these books that were $350 each. The
best one was a bunch of pictures of Anne Margaret topless taken by
David Bowie. I should have taped it for you.
The other night I dreamt that I was
talking on the phone with Stacey. I was being really nice to her,
but I think anyone listening could tell that I wanted to get off of the
phone with her. I also dreamt that I was at [my ex]'s house and
her brother was raising rats at [their family's business]. He fed
them chocolate, so I think that was what made them that uniform brown
color. Then I was back over at their house again and I was
standing by this ancient refrigerator with [my ex] and her dad. I
was eating some skittles and I dropped a few and them went under the
fridge and set the thing on fire. [My ex]'s dad just said that
that happens every time you drop skittles under there. OK.
Last night I dreamt that I was in the long
hallway of the building where I have my comp sci class. I was in
there with my friend [a geology major I had a crush on] from last
semester and a bunch of animals in boxes (she was some kind of
zookeeper or something). I was holding this box that had a cat in
it that was trying to get out. The box was made of wood on 5
sides and had a plexiglass panel on the other side. The cat was
moving its paws furiously at the box and had managed to nearly get the
glass part open. I was screaming for [my friend] (who was at the
other end of the hall) to help me because the cat had (through natural
selection) gotten the ability to open plexiglass doors through the
"piano reflex" (as I called it). The reason why I called it the
piano reflex was because the cat was swinging its paws in such a way as
to look like it was playing the piano. I had a good laugh about
that this morning.
Last night I dreamt that I was in the
building that I work in and it was still 7 stories high, but it only
was about as big around as one avg size class room. Whenever the
wind blew the whole building would sway. I dreamt that I was up
there with [a professor I had at the university I transfered from] (had
him for botany and microbiology) and was in some really advanced class
of his. Then he and I went to McDonalds in some town I've never
been to before, but wouldn't mind moving to, then I woke up.
Speaking of fat chicks: Last night I
asked [my ex] what she thought of [a girl who used to stalk me].
She said she wasn't at all how she pictured her. I asked her how
she pictured her. [my ex] said, "Oh, kind of tall with curly
brown hair." I thought that's what [my stalker] looked
like. What the hell's going on here?
As a result of that conversation last
night I dreamt that I was going to most back into [my old dorm where my
roommate and I lived together] because I had flunked out of [the school
I transfered to] and we were going to move into [my previous
roommate]'s old room and you were letting [another student] have
303. Apparently [my previous roommate] was just graduating and
his room was now officially vacant. [The stalker] was standing in
[my next-door neighbor]'s old room next to [my previous roommate]'s and
somehow I ended up in there talking to her. She looked betrayed
by the fact that I moved away just when [my previous roommate] had left
(in reality, but in my dream, as I said, he was just graduating) and
now I was moving back in just as she was graduating.
This afternoon I made it back to my room
15 mins early because my comp sci teach didn't want to talk anymore and
I got to take a nap. I dreamt I was writing the screenplay for a
movie I was going to call "An Alien is Digging in My Medicine
Cabinet." See what you can make of that one.
I dreamt last night that I forgot to go to
a class for half a semester and realized that I had to drop it.
The reason was because I had been going to the wrong class for most of
the semester at a different time. It was really fucked up.
I wish it sounded as weird as it felt. Got to meet [a guy I
worked with]'s girlfriend in the dream as well (I had the class with
him). I liked her looks, but didn't talk to her much. [In
reality she went to a different school, so I never met her. He
talked about her occasionally, but she was sort of a mystery to
us. The next year he transfered to where she went to school.]
So last night I dreamt that I was sitting
down somewhere and this really crazy girl who works in the bio dept
office sat down next to me and started talking. She took off her
sweatshirt and has going to put on another shirt in a minute, but (even
though she had her back to me) she was completely topless. She
just sat there like that (still with her back to me) for a bit and kept
telling me that I couldn't see her tits. I told her I wasn't
going to go for that shit so I pulled her down next to me and kissed
her. Then I pinched her nipple and then sucked it. I
realized that I was about to have an orgasm (I was getting ready to
have a wet dream) and I thought to myself, "Oh no, I can't believe I'm
turning into one of those guys who blows it every time he gets near a
girl!" Then I blew it and woke myself up in the process.
I got up, changed my underwear and went
back to sleep. After my alarm went off I fell back asleep again
(pretty rare for me considering I usually keep looking at the clock
every time I wake up and I still have a hour or so left to
sleep). During that short time between when the 1st alarm went
off til the 2nd one did I managed to have to coolest dream of the month
(I can say that already even though it's only half over).
I dreamt that we were standing in the
parking lot of [my dorm] some time just before dawn talking. I
was laying on the roof of my car staring up at the stars (what few
there were through the breaks in the clouds) and you were standing
leaning up against the side of the car and looking up at the sky
too. One of us said, "Hey, look at the way those stars are
moving!" There was this patch of stars that seemed to move about
very slowly the way a cloud would. We watched it a second and
realized that a whole bunch of the stars were moving and others
underneath the moving patch weren't.
We watched totally amazed and then
realized that it was a spaceship, but it was totally disguised against
the night sky by looking like stars. Then, all of a sudden, it
just sort of jumped across the sky and disappeared and this huge noise
totally filling the sky. It sounded like a laser bolt, but was as
loud as your above-average thunder crash. I was totally blow away
by the sound because I realized in my dream that that was the sound I
and the rest of the people in [the town where I grew up] had been
hearing for years and was a mystery of the town. Pretty wicked,
Last night I dreamt that my dad died, I
got a C3PO wall decoration made out of gold-plated aluminum pie plates,
and my dog had 3 puppies and 2 egrets.
I ended up sleeping until 11:30, but I
woke up around 4, and again at 6:30, 8:15, 9:15, and 10:15 before I
finally got up around 11:30 and listened to White Zombie. I did
dream that [a girl I was friends with] and some friend of hers were
chasing me around some town (each had a .38) and I ran back to the
Grateful Dead's house (they all lived together like the Partridge
Family). I had taken over Jerry Garcia's room since he died and I
ran up there and tried to call the police to keep [my friend] from
shooting me, but the operator wouldn't connect me because she wanted to
know what was going on, so I ended up hanging up on her and waking up
from my dream from fright. It was pretty creepy. [My ex]
dreamt something along similar lines where people were chasing her, but
no one she knew. I attribute this to the fact that both of us
worked this weekend because I dreamt about that too.
In chem I kept falling asleep. He
was talking about spectroscopy and doing the NRM stuff so he started
talking about the effects of e-negative atoms on the H's of the
molecule. I think there must have been an arrangement in the
molecule in his example with 2 Cl's and an O because I dream that the O
atom was Dracula and that his brides were twin sisters named Chlorine
and they were trying to lay on opposing sides of him as he closed the
coffin lid, but he couldn't because there wasn't enough room.
That is probably the 2nd weirdest dream I've had in organic chem, the
1st being the one I had last fall where I realized that molecules are
reacting all the time so there must be an alternate universe where they
can go to take a break from reacting.
I dreamt that a girl from the acting class
was sitting next to me taking notes and I looked to see what kind of a
system she used. Most people have some kind of shorthand, but for
large and difficult concepts she used the "Bunny" system.
Everything in her notes was called some kind of a bunny. I don't
know what the notes meant, but she had things written like
"Froggie-Bunny" and "Bunny-Bunny." It was outright weird.
The night before last I dreamt that I was
talking to my mom, then I went inside my house and I saw my mom again,
but I knew it wasn't my mom... It was Satan disguised as my mom.
Last night I dreamt that I was at my mom
and dad's wedding in 1972. My mom wasn't wearing a wedding dress
though, it was fashionable, but it looked more like she was hosting a
party than getting married. I didn't see my dad there, but I saw
my aunt and one of my cousins, only she was the same age as I am (which
didn't make sense because she's my age right now in 1995). I was
cleaning up after the reception (I think it might have still been going
on, but I'm not sure). I was trying to get all of the rainwater
out of the beef stew. Analyze that one why don't you.
I woke up this morning and realized that I
dreamt that [my ex's cousin] had moved into my dorm with [my ex] and
I. It was my dorm, but it was set up a lot different although it
was decorated the same way. [my ex] and I had separate rooms as
did [her cousin], but strangely enough I liked her [the cousin; in
reality she wasn't well-liked] in my dream and I hung out in her room a
lot and she was pretty cool to talk to. [My ex] hated her even
more than I do now, so everything was really turned around. I
used to dream stuff like this a lot where I hung around with someone in
high school who I never liked. This was just too weird.
True story: At the symphony [which their
grandfather took us to shortly before this] I was sitting next to [my
ex], and [her cousin]'s friends who happened to be there came over to
sit at our table. I was sitting on the end, but they brought
their own chairs and sat down. A wanted to sit by them so she
came over and asked me and [my ex] to scoot down one, leaving me
sitting next to A all night. Just as [my ex] started to get up I
said, "Wait a sec, why don't I just move to the other side of
you." [My ex] couldn't keep from laughing, but at least I didn't
have to sit next to her and I got to stay by [my ex] anyway.
Speaking of which, last night I dreamt
that I was at some swimming pool only it was really the Gulf of Mexico,
and [my ex] and I were going skinny dipping in it. We threw off
our clothes and climbed into it and it was about 4 ft deep where we got
in and we started swimming around. It was pretty warm and it felt
really weird knowing that I was really dry, but dreaming that I was in
warm water. After we swam for a bit [a friend of mine] (the guy
who lives in my dorm who I played guitar with for a little bit last
night) came out by the "pool" and [my ex] and I pretended we weren't
skinny dipping and [my friend] says that the water looks really warm
and jumps in with all his clothes on. I started yelling at him
things like "Can't you see we're skinny dipping, you idiot?" and such
and he got scared and ran away with his clothes all dripping wet.
It was a good swim.
The other night I dreamt that I had to go
back to high school to take history over again and I was sitting there
in the classroom where I had psychology (that says something for dream
interpretation right there) and [my American History teacher] from my
Junior year walks in and is talking to some of the kids. I kept
trying to hide because I was so embarrassed about being back in high
school that I just about died.
Last night I dreamt that they rearranged
the dorm and it was totally different. They moved the whole thing
into a subdivision somewhere and the 1st floor was huge. The
lobby went on and on forever and there was some lady who lived in the
big suite on the 1st floor who was the "dorm mother." It was nuts.
Last night while I was studying physics I
kept dozing off so I finally decided to take a 15 minute nap to keep
from passing out. I set my alarm and in 15 minutes I managed to
dream that I was this barbarian guy on some deserted island and [my ex]
and I were on the beach talking when this gigantic black dude came out
of the trees with a double-barrel shotgun you could stick a baseball
down the barrels of. I told [my ex] to run and I was going to try
and attack the guy, but he shot me in the chest and blood and pieces of
bone flew everywhere. I thought I was dead, but I woke up and I was in
this post-apocalyptic city and they held me captive there. God
only knows where this dream was going, but my alarm went off at that
point and I continued studying.
I dreamt the last night that I ran into
Frank Herbert [author of Dune and other sci-fi novels] in the middle of
some old, run-down part of N.O. (possibly Algiers) and I got really
nervous when I saw him, but decided to try to talk to him anyway.
He was really nice and talked to me a good deal, but I was so nervous I
couldn't participate in a real conversation and kept mumbling and not
getting out what I wanted to, though I remember asking him what it was
like to work with David Lynch when they were doing the movie
Dune. He didn't have a beard strangely enough, yet when I think
about him I usually picture him with the beard.
I dreamt that I was on vacation with [my
ex]'s aunt and [her older daughter] and her triplet sisters [her
younger daughter]. In the dream [the younger daughter] was
actually triplet sisters. In one part of the dream 2 of them were
sitting next to each other in the stroller and their heads started to
fuse together at the skin and I hurriedly grabbed them and pulled their
heads apart. It probably hurt them because they started crying,
but [their mom] was grateful that I did it because I saved her
kids. Haven't the foggiest what that was all about.
Apparently since my physics lab final is
coming up I dreamt last night that my TA told me that I would flunk the
class no matter what I got in it. Also I dreamt that I was on
vacation at Disney World with [my ex]'s folks and grandmother and they
were all black (except for [my ex]). We ran into Blues Traveler
while we were there (only they looked a lot older, taller and thinner)
and they would let me take a picture of them. My roommate spoke
in Vietnamese in his sleep last night [Note: He actually was
Vietnamese, so this wasn't surprising]. It would have been funny
had I not been trying to sleep at the time.
I had some pretty wild dreams last night
too. I dreamt [my ex] and I were on a train traveling through
Germany and we were going to visit her folks. I had dyed some of
my hair a bright pink color (a bunch of people I know decided to put
highlights in all together, so that's probably where that came from)
and it was supposed to wash out the next day, only it took out my hair
across the part I had put it (right across the front of the top of my
head going toward the back). I wasn't too concerned so I told
myself that I would just shave the rest off before we got off the
train. However, while I was looking in the mirror at my hair I
noticed that there were little, wire-like hairs growing out of my
face. They didn't look very much like hair and they all pointed
exactly in the direction I was looking: the mirror. What was even
weirder was they all had little rubber animal faces on them about the
size of pencil erasers. I also noticed that I had a great big
mushroom growing out of my face. It was like the kind that grows
out of the side of a tree, only it was sideways. I thought to
myself that I should go to a doctor, but I was scared to because I knew
it would have to hurt to have all that removed. It scared me.
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