Dream from February 2, 2014
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.