#3 – Sky Blue

Dream from November 27, 2013

A cool sunny day in the quiet, peaceful town of Spring Arbor. Where college students dream, new babies scream, and the elderly sit on their front porches, reminiscing about the golden years. Nothing too dramatic happens around here. Mostly homespun events like the Memorial Day parade and the Hanging of the Greens at Christmas. Crime is always trying to sneak it’s way in but the proud law enforcement acts quickly to snuff it out. Within this town are a handful of good souls tending to work or whatever drives their heart’s content…

Into the dreamscape I am dropped. No directions. No explanation. It’s just me living in a virtual world made up entirely of my thoughts. My mind is the stage and I am the performer who needs no script.

There I am riding my red bike down Baker Street towards my house that is nestled nicely at the end. A long, worn out path of cement and potholes with tree limbs full of green stretching out over the entrance. A couple of modest looking houses line either side of the street and there generally is not much activity from the inhabitants here. A nice gentle breeze gathers around me as I ride past my neighbor’s house shaded comfortably by a large oak and see my empty black driveway. My house is big with two floors and a basement. The exterior is made up of grey side paneling. A hastily built in porch with recycled floorboards and a makeshift set of wood steps with the white paint washing away overlooks our shabby grass square with a tall tree in one corner and a small pile of rocks in the other. I stop suddenly when I see dad’s blue minivan parked in the street on the side of the yard. Sky Keyser is in the passenger seat, dad in the driver seat. Sky is smiling at me. A nice warm, affectionate smile. How great it is to see her face, so full of life and beauty with that small nose piercing on the side that I adore. I am surprised to see her here and wonder if she has answered my call and really does want to be with me. Maybe we can finally escape and live happy together. But it all ends too soon as I am pulled out of the realm of this world and faced with the fact that it was all a dream and I will never get to fulfill my love for Sky, the only girl I ever had a special karaoke song for.


1. Obviously Spring Arbor was a town I grew up in for about 5 years. I used to ride my bike all around the city, learning the ins and out and places of interest.

2. Dad’s has had that minivan for about 14 years now. I guess it is a special part of his life. Lots of memories can be recalled. All the vacation trips taken, school events attended, open houses dived in upon. It even suffered through two divorces. I have basically grown up in that van. Now I am twenty-two and it stills feels like yesterday that my grandparents bought a flashy new ride for the family as a housewarming gift.

3. Sky was a girl that caught my eye way back in eleventh grade. It was more of an unrequited love and then my heart was dreadfully broken when I found out she had someone else, even though she egged me on for about a week. So foolish I was as a teenager. But the curiosity of things could not be suppressed. I finally realize my mistakes now and will never be led into those kind of traps again.


#2 – Boy Genius

Dream from November 20, 2013

On a small TV set hoisted from the ceiling I see Jimmy Neutron showing off a new gadget which looks like a ray gun/neutrino laser. He calls it “a water pistol” and this time it really does look like he’s about to take over the world. No playing around this time…

This looks like a commercial being featured on the news with a blue box near the bottom of the screen containing words and a black news ticker scrolling across underneath that. Most likely CNN or MSNBC. There is also a shot of a news reporter at a desk. I believe I am either in a gas station party store or a bar and I catch a glimpse of a metal grate security door in the background.

The red surface of Mars flashes by briefly; I believe I am standing on it. Then the sequence jumps to the top floor of a skyscraper overlooking a big city, possibly New York, looking out the giant floor to ceiling window. Sun is either setting or rising over the vast array of buildings and city life. An orange-yellow crimson painted onto a canvas of industrialism. A beautiful sight. I see myself sitting at the right end of a corner booth with a table. An outlandishly smart kid that looks about eight with glasses and a business suit on is showing off the place to other kids in suits standing around on the vanilla colored carpet.

“This is the special room”, he points out. Someone says, “But I’m not special”. The boy genius moves over to another section of the skypad.

“This is the media room”. He bends his head to look at a metal plaque on a table’s edge (the same table I am at) and there is a close up of it. No media has showed up and everyone is standing around silent with dumbfound looks on their faces.


1. The hanging TV is something I see a lot of in old time diners and in sports bars. The scene happening in my dream must had been derived from one of those moments in TV and movies where a major event happens and everyone is huddled around watching the news unfold.

2. Jimmy Neutron was one of my favorite cartoons when when I was younger. I recall being excited when we decided to watch the premiere movie. Not so much anymore though. The futuristic weaponry that Neutron was holding is obvious and in my mind I always thought he was going to eventually go ballistic and destroy the world, seeing how super smart he is. Calling it a water pistol must have come from a distant childhood memory of mine.

3. The news coverage I saw is very similar to the type I’ve seen on 24/7 news channels with information about the event and other news from around the world being shown. The news is very informative and always piques my interest when I view it.

4. Every time I go to the mall I see giant metal grate doors in front of outlet stores, some being down over a vacant area. They really do their job; I don’t see anyone getting past that high-strength steel.

5. The Mars scene is interesting. I only saw it for about 3 seconds. I must had seen a photo in the past that was so magnificent it found it’s way deep into my memory bank and just happened to flash by tonight. All the research happening on Mars and the stories circulating media outlets, plus the possibility of humans going there someday has gotten my recent attention also.

6. The view from the skyscraper floor is something that I remember seeing in a movie, maybe Spider-Man or Tower Heist. I don’t know, some movie that utilizes a lot of city skyline views. Again, the sun casting an aura of warm colors over the city must symbolize that I am feeling happy at this moment and am in a content state of sleep.

7. The business kids are obvious. I’ve watched movies in the past that feature kids rising to the top and outsmarting the adults, owning all these luxury items and making big business calls all over the place. The boy saying “This is the special room” may come from me watching Willy Wonka and seeing the fantastic rooms being pointed out by the chocolateur. It may also come from movies featuring autistic kids and them being placed in a “special room” by a teacher.  “But I’m not special” has always been a thought that has gone through my mind whenever I hear people talking about my disabilities behind my back and saying I can’t do certain things. It’s a defense mechanism and it must have triggered automatically in my dream after the statement that sounded derogatory. In the past I was labeled and looked at as “special” by kids and other people and I always wanted to deny that thought. The metal plaque is something I’ve seen on tables at restaurants containing the seating number and I do remember bending my head down once to look at one. The dream ends on a little comedic note because I was waking up at that point, leaving the scene in a standstill with nowhere to go. Like the reel being ripped out in the middle of a film.

#1 – An Elevator of Dreams

Dream from November 16, 2013

The eyes of my subconscious settle in at the front of a large classroom with a laughing Jimmy Kimmel standing next to a TV on a tall black cart. Though none of the class is actually seen, we are all about to watch The Price is Right

But then the lights are off, the only light coming from the shaded windows running the length of the wall opposite the door, and I am at the back of the room, all alone, staring into the distance. A whiteboard is on the far wall in front of me. The room has a bluish tint to it and my gaze is becoming blurry, the room tilting to the right. There are long, rectangular tables in the room and later on there are not. My mind shifts to a guy getting chewed out by his wife for buying expensive things. This is happening at the front of the room; I am there observing the commotion, unbeknownst to them. He leaves through a door of white light at the far left end of the window wall, packing his possessions and others things into a small box. Then he is on the front steps of my old house on Erie Road. Or perhaps it’s me in this case. A storm rages on. The sky is dark and cloudy, rain pouring down in buckets, lightning and thunder trading punches. I think the man slips and falls on the black paved sidewalk, the contents from the box going everywhere. His life is in shambles.

I am now in a small clearing with an elevator. There are yellow and black caution stripes on the doors and a solid curved awning above it. I look back and see a large room with a white tiled floor; the lights are partially dimmed. There are some people debating and disagreeing with each other, maybe about going into the elevator. After getting the okay to do so, I walk into the elevator…

After the jump I see myself walking down a linoleum hallway with windows and a heating unit running the length of it. Outside the window a building is being constructed, starting with the metal struts. I enter another room on the right with tables shaped in a square or rectangle. There are a few people sitting down in chairs at the tables; I see the back of an elderly man’s head with a bald spot. I go back into the hallway and see a stout 40 something year old woman and ask her if I can go back to the floor we came from to get my keys I forgot. She says “we’ll all go back together”. I go back into the room and sit down, wondering if I should just go back myself.

We all leave, or rather jump from, this room and end up on the outside of another room that has look in windows, black framed, possibly two-way. The windows meet at a corner. It is dark in the space outside. Lights are dimmed in the room. Party going on, college kids, jumping on furniture, two men sitting on a couch in front of a fireplace chatting with each other , possibly gay. Party ends, kids leave through a black-framed glass door, laughing, joking. We go in and get to work cleaning the dorm. Feeling annoyed and angered, I grab a mop and start wetting down the floor near the entrance.


1. The large classroom is Room 101 at Baker College. I had a Human Resources class in there my first 10 ten weeks at the college. I seemed to like that classroom. So spacious, warm, inviting. Always so cheerful in there with the students and teachers. I remember drinking a hot cappuccino on a sunny day in that room, the two warmths combining, uplifting my spirits.

2. I am standing at the end of the room with the lights off because I am now experiencing a somber, depressed moment in my life and I also enjoy the solitude. It calms me, makes me think easier, I can get away from the world and escape to a special place in my head. The tables disappearing could symbolize something or someone disappearing in my life, maybe my grandma who passed away whose final moments with me were sad and bitter; she didn’t know who she was anymore, her actions weren’t hers.

3. The gloomy moment transcends to the guy and his wife yelling at him. This might stem from me seeing my mom yell at my dad for doing certain things and the divorce that followed, which bothered me a bit. I’ve also watched multiple shows where a wife gets mad at her husband and tells him to leave. He leaves through a door of white light, maybe symbolizing good things to come in his and my future, and ends up on the front steps of my old house on Erie Road. That house holds a special place in my heart even though there were some bad memories there. The thunderstorm symbolizes sadness, depression, sorrow, and anger. On the flip side, I’ve always enjoyed thunderstorms. The box the man puts his stuff in is just like the one sitting on the shelf in my closet. I value that box and don’t want to get rid of it…yet. The man slips and falls to add to the terrible moment and there were times in life when I fell down hard, both literally and figuratively.

4. The elevator might have something to do with tough decisions I once had to make, right on the spot. The disagreeing and debating people are actually the decision making process going on in my head. The yellow and black stripes symbolize me looking at the situation carefully, not diving in until I know exactly what’s in it for me. It’s me who decides to go into the elevator because I deem it “safe”, like me deciding to go through a door in a video game, wondering if there is something dangerous on the other side.

5. The linoleum hallway and business class are from Jackson Community College, where I went to briefly from 2010 – 2011.

6. The “forgot my keys” moment must stem from me being forgetful at times. I’ve lost many things in my life but eventually they showed up again.

7. The room with the look in windows relates to me going to the plasma center many times and seeing those same black-framed windows and door.

I Dreamed A Dream

What have you ever dreamed about? That might be a hard question to answer because once you wake up in the morning from a dream, you forget about half of it very fast, the details slipping away like water through a strainer. Everything becomes a blur and before you know it, the dream doesn’t exist anymore, never happened…unless you retrieve those precious sights and sounds and apply the pen to the paper.


I have recently, since last year, gotten the urge and motivation to record the thoughts that process through my deep subconscious mind as I am sunk into the far away sleep state known as REM (rapid eye movement). It’s a harrowing journey centering around images, sounds, people, and places that relate to different experiences in my life, sometimes mixed up in some of the oddest ways imaginable. Some are not so obvious, sometimes my mind plays tricks on me, makes up clever puns that when figured out tickle me inside. Getting a dream down on paper challenged me at first, from simply trying to make sense of the images and sounds that seem to rush by quickly with no connection to each other, and trying to remember certain details of the dream, even the dialogue bits, before they disappear into oblivion forever. The simplest dreams are the easiest to remember; they sometimes stay with me for days before I finally get them down on paper and reconstructing them is a piece of cake. It’s the epic journeys and bizarre moments that force me to really concentrate and recollect everything that happened. The reconstruction process consists of getting everything I saw and heard out of my mind, in no particular order. Distractions are not favorable in these situations and moving around will most certainly fog the memories.

From the simplest, to the silly nonsensical, to the plain horrifying, to the out of this world, whisk me away moments, to the deep complex situations, I will record what I dream about as best as I can along with descriptive images. Then I will attempt to provide an interpretation of the dream to see what it means to me, what it symbolizes, and why it happens in the first place.

“In deep sleep, a person is close to his/her being – there is no becoming”

– Vasant Lad