#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.

#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.

#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.

#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.

#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.