#22 – The Run and Hal

Dream from January 20, 2014

My swirling vortex of thoughts now places me just outside the window of a friend’s house…

I am recording a message coming from the inside on a device I have in my hand. Then the signal stops and the friend notices, closing the curtains. He lives right near the street in a small house with white paneling on the outside. I start running down the sidewalk through the trailer park, a mix of Windham Hills and Circle Drive, naked – making running faster – like the first humans that walked the earth.

Suddenly, it’s the dead of winter, snow covering everything except the freshly cleared paved roads. I run around a white van parked by the sidewalk on the right, workers noticing me, reacting as I thought they would, with looks of shock and confusion. Running, jumping over a mud pit or trench that is shaped in a circle, which turns out to be a sewer line that is being dug up and excavated. Construction workers are nearby. I run through the grass, race home, bound up steps, and Google ‘electric organs’ after I hear someone talking about them. Since I have an actual electric organ at home, this makes sense.

My December ride then crashes in on a familiar TV world. Bryan Cranston as Hal is trying to impress his wife and family. He has that look of confusion on his face – “Ohhh”, he mumbles. Hal is trying to cook a soufflé type dish. He tries to transfer it to another dish, but it crumbles and falls over. Hal has an apron and oven mitts on – a cross between meth cooker Walter White and his buffoon counterpart from Malcolm in the Middle.

Later on, Hal’s head is seen on the floor and gets kicked by wife, Lois. Presumably he got killed and the rest of his body was turned into a cake that the family is eating for dessert. The cake is sitting on an island in the kitchen; Dewey takes a slice.

Lois just painted the neighbor’s house but now it’s back to the old way again – “Now it’s that cruddy green again”, Lois says, in her typical tone of disapproval. The house, set in a suburban neighborhood, has wooden paneling on the outside. A voice tells me that the neighbors are probably the ones who killed Hal. A glimpse inside their house shows a small, dimly lit, smoky room, tinted green, fan going, small rectangular window up high, someone sitting at a computer on a card table, people standing behind him. Like a creepy nerd’s lair whose only connection to the outside world is contained in the bright, basking glow of an outdated machine.

Back in normalcy at home, I brush my teeth and wash my mouth out with Pine-Sol (?), feeling afraid of swallowing it. I get a hotdog from the kitchen and eat it in bed, which is exactly what I have done in real life.

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#21 – I’m Gangster, Bitch!

Dream from January 18, 2014

Things get dark and dreary again…

It is a prison like school with guards all around. A gangster kid is walking down a hallway, chains around his ankles. His lip is angrily upturned and he acts like he wants to beat somebody up. The hallway is bathed in a dark grey light, lockers towering frighteningly on either side with small rectangular hashed windows full of white light casting eerie shadows down below.

The kid is then in the bathroom, which looks exactly like the one in my previous house on Cottage Street in the Arbor, with red tiling on the walls and a magnificent sink I wish I could have kept.

The dream transitions to a view from just outside the “school” in the parking lot at night…
The bad blood gangster is in the driver’s seat of a car and looking into the window of a guard sitting at a desk with another guard standing by him. The lights are on and the blinds partially open. *

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* This scene reminds me of the final scene in the final episode of Breaking Bad, where Walt parks his car just outside the gang’s building at night, with the trunk near the window, setting up his MacGyver-esque trap.
This kid obviously had an agenda and the look-out scene might had been before he is thrown into prison school.

#20 – Tarzan

Dream from January 17, 2014

Hooray, my twentieth dream entry has been reached…and it is a quick spill…. 

My nightly escapades continue with me participating in a hero act.

I “save” a girl named Robin from an unknown villain. Save is in quotations because I never actually see myself grabbing her from the source of evil.

Like Tarzan, I see myself swinging on ropes, tossing the bad guy around, with the crowd going wild below in the mosh pit.

Afterward, I believe I was in a forest by the hint of green leaves in the background.

Was that Robin from How I Met Your Mother?

And was the rope swinging coming from me watching the scene in Monty Python and the Holy Grail or possibly watching Tarzan?

Seems legit, as far as I can tell.

#19 – Light and Dark

Dream from January 10, 2014

This next set of dreams featured both happy and gloomy memories from my past – and also one of my first instances of lucid dreaming…

A more darker moment sees myself sitting in a car on the Baker Street driveway late at night in Spring Arbor. It is an old Buick that my mom briefly had from John, a person whom she was seeing for a while but is now more of a friend (he’s married to someone now). It was a hunk of junk and broke down not long after it was used. I am sleeping face down in the passenger seat, as if I am crazily drunk. “Dad”, who looks like Ted Beneke from Breaking Bad, comes out of the Baker St. house.

Then I am inside the house, going into my room down the hallway on the right. Around the “L” shaped corner of the room on the left, I see my bed made with a sign on the end board that reads, “God gave us Christ’s child”. Wow. What a message to see in my dreams. That’s surely a sign (no pun intended). That never existed there in real life so something truly remarkable is going on here.

Shortly after this revelation, I grab a pen and start to write down the dreams I am having, but this turns out to be a dream (it comes from me trying to recall my dreams while I am still sleeping and how I am going to write down them down on paper once I awake – which is lucid dreaming because I am fully aware and in control of what is going on).

More from my high school…

I am attending a play or dance recital, sitting in the front row of the auditorium near the railing on the right. My dad comes by (not Ted Beneke) to pick me and my sisters or something special up, I’m not quite sure. Someone is expertly showing off their Beethoven skills on stage.

The curtain closes and the black dressed ballerinas exit stage left.

Curtain opens again and white dressed ballerinas have taken the stage. Interesting. It’s like evil turning to good.

#18 – The Ticket

Dream from February 9, 2014

The more somber part of my experiences takes me to a dark, spooky, and desolate ghost town…

An eerie breeze can be heard. The metal sign hanging from the porch of an old shophouse claps in the wind.

Suddenly inside the shophouse, I am standing in front of a crazy old hillbilly sitting in a rocker. He passes me a scratch off lottery ticket. The scene is very short and vague. I believe there is a fire burning in a grate behind us, shining across the wooden floor panels.

Then it is suddenly the next day and FBI officers are doing investigations at the place.

What happened between me getting the lottery ticket and the lawmen showing up?

Did the hillbilly kill me or give me an illegal ticket?

I remember him having a red plaid shirt on and sporting a pretty healthy looking countryman beard.

He didn’t seem to be there when the police were searching the place so maybe he’s a wanted man who has run off somewhere.

#17 – Rollercoaster!

Dream from January 20, 2014 

Tonight’s series of dreams was a rollercoaster of a ride. There were lot’s of weird things played out from my memories racing back and forth.

1. I see a blackboard that doubles as a computer screen, set in the tabletop position; a 3D racecar game is being played. One race was lost, another was won, the tracks are very detailed, trees, sky, weather, and all. After the race a top view of the track is shown and the users car is moving around the track.

2. A family has an argument over the board saying it’s been turned into things that are not meant for it. The daughter thinks she should be the next to say what the board should be. The lights turn on and the board turns out to be a white wood table with the chalk marks visible on it. The room seems to be my first bedroom in the Baker St. house, the first room on the left when the house is viewed from the front.

3. Shot of a junky, dusty apartment room, sunlight coming through an open window. A swivel board is standing up on legs.

4. Survivor playing out. Contestants arguing with each other. Shot from the top of a contestant going down a wooden ladder to the island below; water is nearby (an area on Donkey Kong Isle in the “64” game?)

5. Shot of a silver luxury car in a parking lot at night. I want to take turns driving the nice car (a Lexus I think). I climb into the drivers seat (from the backseat) and start to pull out, Jack saying things like “be careful”. Turning the car around, I am rather reckless at first, braking and gasing and swerving, but then I get the hang of it and am pulling out the entrance onto the road – I think out of the laundry mat or Denny’s parking lot. I abbreviated the three pedals (shot of them at my feet). Why there are three I’m not sure.

6. I am in a curving hallway that has walls decorated with pink stuff, walking with a bunch of nurses in scrubs. Jennifer Aniston is there.

7. I am running down a combination of Teft Rd and Erie Rd. at night (from a third person POV, from my back). I have very little clothes on. I make it to the corner of Marietta and the bus comes around and turns onto it. I stop…

8. At a school (Erie Rd. living room) making paper mache stuff, Christmas decorations, what not, (secretly) shooting a video. The lights are off in the living room but on in the dining room which still has that table.

9. I get very attracted to this girl (Andrea from The Walking Dead). I end up having sex with her right there in front of everyone and no one seems to care. It’s actually a shot of a doll getting its panties pulled down and showing its anatomically correct girl part that initiates the scene. “Andrea” kept her shirt on. I think about having a threesome with another girl in a white dress with red polka dots or apples on the skirt portion (That girl from the T-Mobile commercial that stands in the middle?). I pull up her dress and touch her there. I begin pumping my part in front of “Andrea”. She has her mouth open, waiting for me to unload on her. Then it is over and I am cleaning up the place, picking up pennies, nickels, dimes off the floor. As I pick up a penny around a table leg I see Brett Sherwood. Well at least I’m not gay, I think to myself, since Brett kind of thought I was back at the Career Center.

10. Then we are in a science lab that looks like the one either at Baker College or Western HIgh. There are tables with sinks built into them, and cabinets around the walls with counters below. I see Andrea and there is this awkward staring moment because she and I  know that what we did is hard to talk about. Then a shot of the class. I’m in the back, looking around autisticly. Then a shot of the TV (from my POV) and the video being played. I am hoping they didn’t film the sex scenes, but that is never found out…

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In my mind I was thinking about various people and things that seem to keep popping up in my dreams: Erie Road, Baker Street, schools, girls named Andrea, and other stuff that relates to certain points in my life.