#29 – Lunatic On the Loose

Dream from August 8, 2015


The dream “opens” with a shot of a lab. A lunatic is doing some evil things and may have murdered someone. This seems to be a flashback because it’s set in black and white. Then there is a man in a lab coat telling his assistant “he will never hurt anyone ever again”. The lunatic criminal is now hiding deep in a wall vent, looking at the deep chamber of a lab which is bathed in bright light. He seems to be a black, spidery creature.

Then my dream flashes to the crazy man (face never seen) stealing a truck from a shipping yard, the lumberjacks there unaware. And against all physics, proceeds to masterfully drive it through the house of two little girls at night. Through the kitchen and around a hallway. The girls are woken up and catch the guy who suddenly is riding a slow motorcycle. They call the police on some device as he tries to get away out a short driveway.

Later on, he is slugging down the main road at night with the girls in tow telling him “you’d better get away”. But then they are proceeding to help him by “repainting” the motorcycle.

Are they now on his side?

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#28 – Killing Time

Dream from May 12, 2014


I walk down into a basement and start to wait for whatever ill-gotten punishment has been placed upon me and others. I sit down at the bottom of a short flight of stairs, covered with white carpet. Suddenly there are about five people in the basement, including my intern supervisor, Ken Otmanowski and someone who looks like a girl I knew named Sky or her look-a-like from The Walking Dead in season 4 to present (Alana Masterson as Tara Chambler). She is in a chair and Ken is behind her. Other people around the room are watching, including me. I begin to hyperventilate on the stair step, getting ready for what horror is going to happen next. And that is Ken slicing the doppleganger’s throat, blood slowly dripping down like red paint on the side of the bucket. I begin to panic, now fully realizing what is in store for me and that I might be next. What a murderer, I think to myself. “I can’t take this anymore”, I shout, breaking the eerie silence. I run for the door to the outside, noone attempting to stop me. Noone else seemed to react to the killing, just staring blankly like they were hypnotized. Perhaps the girl was the only one going to be slain, and I and everyone else were the audience, like we were watching an execution.