#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.

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#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.

#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.