#30 – Sign of the Apocalypse

Dream from January 17, 2016

I am returning home from school on the bus. This is probably from elementary school because it looks to be early 2003 and it’s the Erie Road country home I’m at (mentioned in previous posts).

I get off through the bus door that is on the opposite side of the street where the woods are and the wild things are at. Without any trouble or arguments, I walk across the street (the bus driver, Mrs. Husselgrave, used to get mad at us kids for crossing the road without waiting for her signal) to the blacktop driveway. There is another bus parked in the woods area to the right of the blacktop and when I try to walk into the driveway, it starts to come toward me quickly, nearly running me over. Then I see and hear mom say to the bus driver, “I told you”, reminding her that I must have done this multiple times in the past. Really. You were coming towards me without warning – what was I supposed to do? And why are you parked there anyway? Wow, I sound like the CinemaSins guy now.

I get to the familiar set of concrete/plastic front steps, which now has this metal mesh ramp attached over the steps now. I eye it curiously as I bound over it, thinking that it’s for the cat or for someone with a wheelchair.

So I go inside through the open door and immediately see a haggard looking cat, its fur around its head all puffed up and patchy. The ceiling fan is going. It seems to be rather smoky in the house (maybe from something cooking in the kitchen).

I walk down the familiar hallway to the left and see another cat, which is obviously Goldie from the present but he looks worse for wear with his fur all lost and looking scraggly. His ears are bent back and he looks angry. When I try to pick him up, he hisses and growls at me. I walk back down the hallway, where my old room is on the right, my two sisters rooms are next to each other on the left, and a bathroom is on the right (CCR, anyone?), and into the main part of the house that is divided between a family room and a living room.

This is where I used to live many years ago but it looks like an apocalypse hit it and everything has really taken a turn for the worst. Then I think of the “Rebel School” from Star Wars I could have attended, seeing the application paper in my head and I hear mom sarcastically say under her breath, “that rebel school you could have gone to”, with a laugh from uncle as if that’s never going to happen now. I’m eleven years old. There’s still a lot of time for you to ship me off to some school set in a fictional world.

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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.

#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?”

#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.