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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.

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#27 – The Night of Five

Dream from February 2, 2014


Sequence #1

Tonight’s sequence of dreams starts with me playing a racing game with a hot shot girl – I happen to be a big fat guy. She has beaten me already. It’s a course built into the side of a tall rocky mountain surrounded entirely by water (how did the cars get there?). The girl is way ahead of me and looks to be kicking my ass to the finish line until a problem happens with her drive engine (of the video game) and she begins to go backwards with no control of it, like it’s the default setting or something.

“She is not going to like this”, I hear someone say, either in the game as a voice-over or near me.

Before the girl’s car messed up, I thought, “Man, she’s going to beat me a second time, not good.”

I see my chance to catch up and pass her but I also have a problem. My car flies high into the air, way above the mountain course, slowing coming back down to Earth, threatening to land in the water. I hear my mom, Jill, begging for the car to go into the water. But it lands back onto the track and I race my way to the finish line, passing by the girl’s rogue car on the way, which has gotten stuck on the track. The girl has given up and is just watching me.

Sequence #2

I find myself in a backstage room, getting ready for a show. There is a mirror and makeup station near the wall. A girl goes through a doorway leading to the entrance to the stage. I follow but have to go back (“Hold on a minute”), because I only have one sock on. I go back to the dressing room or waiting room to put on the sock that I forgot. I have on my plaid button up shirt.

Sequence #3

Now I am sitting in the far right of the back row of an audience in either a studio or auditorium attending a show, play, or possibly gameshow. I am next to a fat guy named Sydney in a blue shirt (someone I knew from school named Jeremy). The bluish white cement wall of the studio is shown, lights are dimmed back here.

Sequence #4

The fourth sequence of this dream places me in a room with tables, which reminds me of the Woodville Kid Center I used to go to when I was about eleven. Someone, maybe I person I knew named Dalton, asks if I know a “big guy, heavy set”. After thinking I say, “Oh, Sydney”. Though, maybe it’s me who asks the question. And this obviously is preferring to the previous dream sequence.

Sequence #5

I see my aunt Janet, apparently back from the dead, in my bedroom at Cottage St laying on my floor mattress. I go to the tiny kitchen with a feeling of despair and lost hope because I know my life is going to be bad again with Janet there.


As you can see, the sequences get shorter in detail and description from the first one because of them happening so quickly and not having much action or dialogue.

#26 – Mmm Hmm…French Fried Taters

Dream from February 1, 2014

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Sequence #1

I see Justin Bieber resting on a chaise lounge in a nice luxurious home with wide open space around him. The floor is made of some refined stone and a swimming pool is seen outside through some sliding glass doors. Bieber is wearing a pair of aviators and has that smug satisfied look on his face.

I think “I wish I had a lot of money like that” and “he’s well off and established.”

Sequence #2

A scene involving Karl Childers from “Sling Blade”. First he is sitting on the front steps with a boy and then is in the house with the boy and his mom. While at night, he gets the sick idea of going into the boy’s room and raping him (OK…). He’s at the computer on a card table, shown from the side, and an arc entrance to rooms on both sides is in the near background. Lights are dimmed. Mom goes to tuck the boy into bed. Karl’s got a look on his face of canned excitement and anxiousness. As soon as everyone has gone to bed he’s unleashed into his night stalker mode.

And fortunately, I do not get to see what happens next for I suddenly awake from the dreamscape.

#25 – Screens

Dream from January 31, 2014

Sequence #1

Through the focal point of my dream, I am on an arcade racing game but am standing up instead of sitting, and maybe using motion sense to control the game (a Kinect system?). The course is (formerly named) Infineon Raceway. The sequence seems to flash forward to the end of the race, and after it is over I hear “Infineon” at the end of the song playing. An overhead view of the course is shown.

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Sequence #2

Walking out my room with just a shirt on, I see my sister Emily and her friend Taylor sitting on the floor in the living room near the center divider working on some homework or whatever. I go through the kitchen to the washer and then back to my room and put on some pants. The couch and everything else in the living room except for the TV is gone. Something is playing on TV; I ask the girls where a certain character has gone to. I’m not sure what the show was…

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…but I put in a picture of True Detective for kicks.

I was just about to attempt lucid dreaming but had to get up early today to go to plasma with my folks. My plan was to wake up at 8:00 am on Monday and Wednesday and wake up at 10:00 am on all other days. I read that this is to get your body in a rhythm of waking up at certain points when you are in deep REM so you can be aware of your dreams and take control. It won’t be that easy but if I can get this little trick down, it will be interesting to see what happens. I feel like I am opening hell’s gate by attempting such a thing – lucid dreaming. It sure seems crazy and my dreams have been crazy enough.

#24 – Prestige

Dream from January 29, 2014

I see a girl’s credentials on a sign, all listed top to bottom. She went to Culinary school and has experience in the field as well as a Bachelor’s degree from some prestigious college. There is a pang of jealously that runs through my head as I stare at the sign as she has accomplished way more than I have even attempted in culinary.

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This was just a short snippet of a dream since I wasn’t sleeping very well that night and couldn’t get into deep REM where the best, most vivid dreams play out.  Lucid dreaming is still a difficult thing for me to accomplish. I tried setting up a system of waking up at certain parts of the day, trying to get my self into a habit of being aware of my dream, but that totally failed. I find I have dreams during the day as well, like today when I dozed off in the car and had a short lapse involving Hitler before waking up suddenly.

#23 – Somersaults to Pinstripes

Dream from January 28, 2014

I am in a small clearing at the back of a building and there are a couple of guys doing somersaults, rather impressively. I think music is playing. One guy somersaults all the way down the alley or a dim enclosure (that small narrow area in the back of Connie’s dance studio?)

I wish I could somersault. Then one guy asks if I want to try. He says the guys will not send the photos they take of me (since I would probably look ridiculous). I see an X marked in chalk on the pavement and an iPhone near it, standing up.

Then I am getting a bike from a shop and begin pushing it down the sidewalk on the long Spring Arbor Rd. The bikes falls, I struggle to pick it back up. Then I am at this house with an enclosed porch around it, made of wood. It has a diamond design skirt near the foundation. There are other bikes in the yard. I hear and see a beautiful Southern girl singing in the yard. She is looking in my direction, intently. I climb up the stairs onto the porch. Then something happens and a wooden rail appears. I drop a nail and get down on my knees to pick it up from around the wooden rail, that looks just like the skirt of the house. The Southern girl sings and looks at me again. I try not to ignore her and try to acknowledge her. I see hope in her eyes; she seems to like me and impresses me with her voice; maybe there’s a future between us. Maybe she’ll get on a talent show and become famous.

In my house. I see that the big entertainment stand and flat screen TV are gone. Now it is a bigger flat screen resting on a table but then that turns into the big CRT from my bedroom. I see Liz and say, disappointingly, “Oh, so we switched TVs”.

An interesting show is being shown on CBS. I watch it and think it is “Intelligence” but seems to be even better than that. A breath of fresh air. In the corner is the CBS eye logo with giant block letters “BB” over it, flashing and spinning. I then think the show is “Almost Human” because I see the guy who plays the lead character, Karl Urban. He’s in tactical gear and going into a room aiming a laser rifle.

In the old cruddy house on 2411 Hickman Rd in the afternoon, by myself. I am walking around thinking about East Circle Drive and Grandma Hammell going there to visit. Then about mom and dad saying they were on the Price is Right and winning a dream home. Then my cousin Colleen is shown on there. I hear her talking about herself to the host (Bob Barker or Drew Carey, don’t know). She sounds sweet with a chipmunk voice. Says she went to North Carolina University. Then about income or something and a final amount in the decimal places of 124. She and everyone else laughs. I look into the living room with the TV and everything. I briefly see Jack on the couch over by the “farm” door, both knees on the cushion and arm stretched out on the top, but then he disappears.

I walk around in the back room and then to the phone in the kitchen. I pick up the phone, dial a few numbers, and then put it back on the receiver. I am wondering if I will end up someplace else or go back in time. A sense of euphoria rushes over me. Stepping outside onto the stone porch I see that everything is about the same. All I have on are my boxers. I managed to pick up a thin dress shirt from somewhere, the one with the pinstripes. I run around to the front of the yard, putting the shirt on but not buttoning it. Starting to run up the two lane driveway I notice something that slows down my pace. There are giant stone fountains and statues in the middle of the two lanes, where grass usually is, and trees have been torn down. I think “wow, she fixed up the place” and then looking behind me at the usual mess, “or is getting it fixed up”. I am referring to Colleen in this sense, thinking she is the one living at the house. I realize it must be the future.

Switching to third person view, I am in the side yard almost near the entrance to the road. A red car begins to come around the back of the house from where I came out of. I see it and try running to the left towards a bush but struggle to run like I am in molasses and something is pulling me back. The car starts to turn up the driveway and I am forced to stand there and watch as the old woman in the car looks my way. I figure that if I am caught I will be in big trouble but then I mysteriously disappear, leaving the old women thinking “What the hell?”

#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.