#17 – Rollercoaster!

Dream from January 20, 2014 

Tonight’s series of dreams was a rollercoaster of a ride. There were lot’s of weird things played out from my memories racing back and forth.

1. I see a blackboard that doubles as a computer screen, set in the tabletop position; a 3D racecar game is being played. One race was lost, another was won, the tracks are very detailed, trees, sky, weather, and all. After the race a top view of the track is shown and the users car is moving around the track.

2. A family has an argument over the board saying it’s been turned into things that are not meant for it. The daughter thinks she should be the next to say what the board should be. The lights turn on and the board turns out to be a white wood table with the chalk marks visible on it. The room seems to be my first bedroom in the Baker St. house, the first room on the left when the house is viewed from the front.

3. Shot of a junky, dusty apartment room, sunlight coming through an open window. A swivel board is standing up on legs.

4. Survivor playing out. Contestants arguing with each other. Shot from the top of a contestant going down a wooden ladder to the island below; water is nearby (an area on Donkey Kong Isle in the “64” game?)

5. Shot of a silver luxury car in a parking lot at night. I want to take turns driving the nice car (a Lexus I think). I climb into the drivers seat (from the backseat) and start to pull out, Jack saying things like “be careful”. Turning the car around, I am rather reckless at first, braking and gasing and swerving, but then I get the hang of it and am pulling out the entrance onto the road – I think out of the laundry mat or Denny’s parking lot. I abbreviated the three pedals (shot of them at my feet). Why there are three I’m not sure.

6. I am in a curving hallway that has walls decorated with pink stuff, walking with a bunch of nurses in scrubs. Jennifer Aniston is there.

7. I am running down a combination of Teft Rd and Erie Rd. at night (from a third person POV, from my back). I have very little clothes on. I make it to the corner of Marietta and the bus comes around and turns onto it. I stop…

8. At a school (Erie Rd. living room) making paper mache stuff, Christmas decorations, what not, (secretly) shooting a video. The lights are off in the living room but on in the dining room which still has that table.

9. I get very attracted to this girl (Andrea from The Walking Dead). I end up having sex with her right there in front of everyone and no one seems to care. It’s actually a shot of a doll getting its panties pulled down and showing its anatomically correct girl part that initiates the scene. “Andrea” kept her shirt on. I think about having a threesome with another girl in a white dress with red polka dots or apples on the skirt portion (That girl from the T-Mobile commercial that stands in the middle?). I pull up her dress and touch her there. I begin pumping my part in front of “Andrea”. She has her mouth open, waiting for me to unload on her. Then it is over and I am cleaning up the place, picking up pennies, nickels, dimes off the floor. As I pick up a penny around a table leg I see Brett Sherwood. Well at least I’m not gay, I think to myself, since Brett kind of thought I was back at the Career Center.

10. Then we are in a science lab that looks like the one either at Baker College or Western HIgh. There are tables with sinks built into them, and cabinets around the walls with counters below. I see Andrea and there is this awkward staring moment because she and I  know that what we did is hard to talk about. Then a shot of the class. I’m in the back, looking around autisticly. Then a shot of the TV (from my POV) and the video being played. I am hoping they didn’t film the sex scenes, but that is never found out…

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In my mind I was thinking about various people and things that seem to keep popping up in my dreams: Erie Road, Baker Street, schools, girls named Andrea, and other stuff that relates to certain points in my life.

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#15 – The Two Rooms

Dream from September 25, 2014

After easing into my rapidly deteriorating dream state, tonight I am in my current house at the end of the dark hall…

There are two rooms on either side; one is my actual room and the other is my sisters; it is a debate in my head between going in one or the other. When I enter the room on the right, the door suddenly breaks off its hinges and hangs there. The first thing I see is an open fridge without the freezer on top. Dad has his head in it and is eyeing some donuts on the top door shelf. I grab a sticky chocolate one at the same time he does. I now look at the hanging door and don’t believe I can stay in this room. I discuss it with my parents. They tell me to go try the other room across the hall.

As I stand in the foyer of the first room, I feel a lot more content while staring into the main entrance on the right. Mom is standing behind me in the hallway and seems happy as well. I walk into the room and start admiring the square pictures and notes on the walls, some of them featuring moments from my childhood, stuff dedicated to me. On the first wall to the left as I enter the domain is a corkboard with an open card tacked to it:

Happy Birthday, Matt

Mike

“Mike” is written in my dad’s handwriting but I still think it is from my Uncle Mike. As I walk further on towards the end of the room, I see a message on the wall from a Kaley, and I immediately think it is from Kaley Cuoco (my mind conjures up an image as well).

Soon, as I turn to the right wall behind me, I come to a note talking about a writing program that is trying to get to D.C and get accepted to write articles for the United States government. The note also says they need volunteers and I feel terrible for not seeing this earlier. Then I am taken out of my room and end up inside an indoor football field. Barack Obama and his crew are standing on the far right side of the field (near my right eye) and on the left side, the ‘writers’ are buried underground and sticking their arms out the soil into the air, trying to get Obama’s attention. Obviously Barack doesn’t notice them and has a smug grin on his face.

#14 – The Chase

Dream from September 14, 2014

Last night I had one of the most crazy and downright scary dreams in my life. Two people wanted to kill me but I alluded them miraculously. It was so vivid and intense and shocked the hell out of me quite a bit. This is one of the first dreams I had where the “plot” seemed to be consistent throughout the entire sequence.

It all went like this:

Two guys begin to chase the hell out of me and a girl that’s my friend, with guns. It starts out with us running down the familiar long stretch of Erie Road in the countryside. Then we are in a car heading towards a curve and suddenly we end up walking down a busy street, Price Street in Jackson to be exact, on the left side. Turning to the left and walking down Hobart Street we see some guys parked in a VW Beetle on the right and they look in our direction, a malevolent expression instantly appearing on their faces. We hide to the side of a bus parked on the opposite side of the street. For a while we wait there while the men try to figure out where we went to, thinking to ourselves, “They surely wouldn’t think about looking over here by the bus”. After about a minute, we quietly move to the grille of the bus and have a peek around at the VW and then hide again. Then two tall dark figures suddenly appear behind us and we react on instinct, running away down Hobart Street as the mobsters start shooting…

The dream then shifts to where we are in a mobile home park, presumably Arbor Village, where I used to live. One of the men is white; the other looks Mexican/Hispanic. My friend and I are running down the street, the men shooting at us. One guy, the Mexican, runs out of bullets and begins to load another mag, discarding the empty one to the ground. Then it is just me, my partner disappearing. I am now holding a toy ball in front of my face, the kind that retracts into a smaller ball and is made of up of plastic links or some material. I begin to run backwards holding that toy in front of my face for some reason, maybe hoping it will stop a bullet or two from penetrating my skull…

Next, the dream shifts to where we are in Parma Elementary, my old stomping grounds. I’m trying to run backward through the halls with some difficulty, with that same toy, the men just coming after me but not shooting. I look back and see some purple doors and keep backing up until I go into an opening and hit a white brick wall. “Wild Bill” and “Kid Curry” start chuckling, thinking that I am totally screwed and they’ve got me cornered. That’s where they’re wrong. Without hesitation, I instantly make my run, forwards, toy gone, out of the clearing and to the left, running down a hall to another set of purple doors. I stop for a moment at the door on the right, admiring the metal push bar, and look back at the men pursuing me again before turning north, running to and out the playground doors.

I run around the building to the front of the school, quickly hiding behind a car in the back of the parking lot. I thought about running to the forest of trees behind me but was afraid the men would see me. Out of nowhere, my partner suddenly appears again, next to me behind the rear bumper, asking loudly if we should call 911. I tell her to shush and be quiet. The angry men show up at the front of the building, looking around but never find us. And that is where I leave you for this night’s story.

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In this dream sequence I was a slim 20 to 30 year old man with a full, trimmed beard. I think I looked like the guy from the Bud Light commercial who thinks it’s good luck to go into the basement to get a beer because his team scores every time he does. I never could tell what the girl looked like and I don’t know why those men were chasing after us. Maybe we owed them some money or did something to greatly upset them. Somehow this relates to a past experience in my life. The retractable ball I knew came from Denny’s long ago when I was about seven or eight years old and they used to provide those for us kids to play with. Hobart Street is where my mom grew up, in a handsome white house on a hill with a garage in back. I assume the two men wanted to back me into a corner and have me breathe my final words before unloading on me but I fooled their plans and made a great escape – which did seem way too easy. An alternate working title for this dream could have been “2 Guns”, from the movie starring Mark Wahlberg and Denzel Washington. I’ve never seen that film so I know this dream had nothing to do with it! I referred to the two men as “Wild Bill” and “Kid Curry” because those were the nicknames of two of the deadliest gunslingers in the Wild West, James “Wild Bill” Hickok and Harvey “Kid Curry” Logan.


Daily Prompt: Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

#13 – Road Trip

Dream from December 29, 2013

On a warm night in September my dreams take me just outside the decrepit party store in the rundown trailer park of Arbor Village. There is a big rig parked outside it. I believe this place is closed down now. My mind is recalling a memory from long ago.

The sequence cuts to a classic tube TV sitting in a tiny compartment between the cab and the trailer hitch; there is an orange metal bench built into the wall. The television is brown and rectangular with old fashioned channel dials. A heavy set man is sitting on the edge of the bench to my right, crowding me to the outside. I hesitated and then eventually got into the compartment with him, feeling rather uncomfortable. We are waiting for another person to join us…but they never come. There are stereo headphones hooked into the TV that me and the big guy somehow wear at the same time even though the band obviously wouldn’t fit around both of our heads – or maybe they were the earbud kind. I am concerned that the bulky TV will be a problem as the truck is moving and will suck a lot of energy from the battery. The TV moves around freely in its shelf space as it isn’t tied or bolted down. The guy fiddles with the dials on the tube but it is never turned on. I’m not even sure it was plugged in.

I destroyed one of these once

The dream leaves the compartment briefly to appear inside a convenience store with a lady behind the counter. She looks like the Venezuelan gourmet chef Lorena Garcia from the Taco Bell commercial for their Cantina Bell menu.

Now cutting back to the truck, it is stopped on the southbound side of a highway. I and some other people I cannot identify since they are blurry are standing about on the road, walking around nonchalantly with no cars or trucks zooming by at all. I take a look at the grassy center divider on the right and walk into it. Seconds later, though, I am waiting to cross back over the road I came from after some cars and a line of people have gone by which includes a short, stout chick from Plasma who always wears a black t-shirt with some rock band logo on it, and my funny, dependable, and sometimes kooky uncle Jack, who is wearing his usual plain dark blue shirt. I eventually cross and hop back in the truck, this time in the passenger side of the cab. I do not know if the fat man is still with me at this point of the dream.

Now it is my mom, dad, and I sitting on the porch of a house somewhere in the rundown slum neighborhood of Jackson. There is a close-up of a dish in my hands called “Internet” (as my inner mind puts it) that I created with ma and pa – why it is called that I do not have the slightest idea (maybe it has to do with the Internet being out at my house for about a week and the frustrating, impatient longing for it to work again). The dish is a sort of taco or nacho supreme bowl with veggies and meat piled together. There is a tetherball swinging from the porch ceiling . I eat most of the “Internet” meal, leaving a small portion for sister Emily. I hear myself say “It’s great to live the life” and then think but it won’t last forever. Dad gives me a concerned look as I wolf down the cheesy dish. The porch is very similar to the one belonging to the house on Baker Street in Spring Arbor, where I used to live.

The is what “Internet” looks like

Lucid Dreaming: An Experimentation

It amazes me of the sheer number of articles and blogs out there related to the study of dreams and recording them. I am happy to say I am not the only one who has become interested in this fascinating exploration activity. Until recently, I thought this was a thing that not many people paid attention to, besides doing research. It turns out that after I started to keep track of my multiple, growing night visions, a new world opened up for me, one that was full of surprises and new discoveries. The idea of lucid dreaming, being aware that you are dreaming and being able to manipulate and alter the course of the dream, is something that I recently struck upon in an article on dreamviews.com

Some of the misconceptions that people have about lucid dreaming are presented. It is not a new thing; it goes back at least a thousand years, the ancient Egyptians even experiencing it, thinking it was a special message from above. You don’t need to rely on God and the Holy Spirit to be lucid as well. Lucid dreaming isn’t really taking you into a new world, it all occurs while you are sleeping and video games are more ‘out of this world’ than your own nightly escapades. I believe I have had a few lucid dreams where I wanted to control the outcome or perhaps extend the dream so I could see what happens next instead of it having a loose end. There was a time when I very interested in the scene going on and the only way for it to continue was for me to take control and add my own spin to the events. There are limitations to this of course. I can only alter what is available and I cannot add anything new to the environment. I can only ‘move’ the character that is essentially me (from my point of view). Now if I was very experienced with lucidity I would be able to control almost anything in the dream but basically the surrounding environment ‘springs up’ randomly wherever I go in the dream. It is nice to see the dream play out on its own, without any interference, but when I really get caught up in it, the events feel like a wild rollercoaster ride that doesn’t seem to want to stop. Sometimes I can actually feel my head and heart pounding from the exhilarating sensations happening in my subconscious. One dream, or perhaps nightmare, that I will explain in a later post, involved me running through a bunch of houses and then seeing my dad sinking into a swamp with rats crawling over him, with me walking ahead in the distance thinking he was just a burden anyway. There also were a few dreams about cancer, one where my uncle told my sister that her friend will “get cancer on your birthday” with no hesitation at all, like it was a solid fact. Another one involved me witnessing a bloody execution and then running out afraid that I was next on the chopping block. I’m not quite sure how all of these dreams come about but it seems to come from how I am thinking at the time, my emotions, and what has happened recently in my life.

If you have been following my dream blog, the dreams I recorded so far are from as far back as November 2013. I am basically going in order of dreams recorded, from the oldest to the most recent entry, fixing up things and making it look polished and complete. I hope to continue to get better at analyzing and making sense of the images and sounds I encounter. Putting all of these wonderful experiences I envision while in the dreamscape into a sort of picture storybook would be the ultimate. It does get a little boring and discouraging when I am not having any new dreams to record but I guess if I start getting quality sleep again I will get back on the amazing run of dreams that I was having in the past. And that had never happened at any time during my teenage years or early childhood. This is a phenomenon that maybe signifies that my brain has evolved or matured to be able to draw upon its own memories to create an interesting world where there are no rules or laws of physics. It is my own personal dreamland and I am free to invite anyone or anything into it, not always on my own accord.

 

#9 – Night Visions

Dream from December 18, 2013 

It is an ancient Aztec ruin situated on a tropical island somewhere deep in my mind. Poor little monkeys are being raised into the air by ropes, all huddled together, up to the tree tops…

One sly little chimp suddenly discovers a way down; he sees some stone steps appear but suddenly they aren’t there anymore. The ground is a long ways down from where the bundle of chimps are; the savage beasts scurry about like ants at the bottom…

It is I, the formidable one, caught in raging waters and being pushed around an “obstacle course” with a whirlpool like Charybdis swirling about madly. A dark and stormy night barrels on endlessly. I get swept around a rocky landmass and encounter a buoy or life preserver that is narrowly avoided. Suddenly, the ruthless waters turn into a dimly lit hallway. Andrea, a girl I knew in a past life, is near a wall with graffiti, saying something to me about joining in and continuing the graffiti masterpiece. Some light then shines from a window onto the wall, the hallway turning into the one at Woodville with lockers lining the wall. Andrea disappears. The hallway reminds me of the one in Chamber of Secrets with the blood writing on the wall that also brings up the song “Superstition”.

My night vision is in the water again, on the edge of a seaport in the daytime, staring at a warehouse with big metal doors, waiting for someone to come out…memories of hiding out in GTA from cops are being happily experimented with. Later, big bad reptilian K. Rool is standing on the seaport and orders the humans, who are in the water wearing scuba gear, to save his air supply. They dive down and find some parts on the seafloor to be put together on the main underwater apparatus, sort of like a video game challenge. The apparatus is a metal pole with a round base on the bottom and has other controls, knobs, and tubes on it. The parts are circular Lego pieces that are glowing and snap into place easily when they are correct. A couple of minutes apparently pass by and the humans dive back up, their work finished. K.Rool, as an alligator, is now in the water. He is about to dive down but hesitates since he doesn’t know if the humans fixed the parts correctly and if he will drown. A close up look at a dog tag. “That is special”, K. Rool says. Part of it breaks off, as if held just by glue. The DK villain puts it back together and looks around with sharp glances and then quietly shrugs off this minor mishap.

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Hmm…let’s see. Monkeys, water, graffiti, Legos, and a fictional reptile. Do they go together? Or is it just a bunch of random thoughts being dumped out on the floor and played with non-essentially? It seems to be another night where during the sleep away hours, my dream factory starts pulling random books off the rows and rows of memory shelves, not sure what it wants but looking for something to entertain itself before I am back up and running again and helping to add more to the amazing and versatile library upstairs.

#8 – School Days and Autumn Brakes

Dreams from December 15, 2013

These dream sequences are from sometime in late 2013, back when I started to realize that I was having crazy, vivid dreams unlike any I’ve had before…

The first sequence begins with me sitting down at a table with Jimmie Fiddler in the cafeteria at Parma Elementary. As I am hiding my head behind a lunch box, someone else sits down at the table. Jimmie was a kid I knew in the fifth grade and the last part of fourth grade. He was kind of nerdy, wore round glasses like Harry Potter, and liked to crack jokes about people, some of them dirty. He was friends with another boy named Keegan Raab, also a bit of a weirdo. Keegan’s trademark was his long brownish hair that always seemed to be perfectly straight. He also liked to play the card games Magic and Yu-Gi-Oh with more of the “nerdy crowd” in the cafeteria that included Adam Noakes, a man of short stature still to this day, who I always envisioned becoming a mystified author of sorts.

Well anyway, now I am in the Parma cafeteria hallway. I have my swimsuit under my clothes, probably going swimming later on. A teacher sees me taking my pants off in the hallway. “What are you doing?”, she asks, and then, “Oh, you’ve got swimsuit under”. I think it was my first grade teacher Mrs. Allen, the one I now suspect is gay because of her apparent manliness and non-interest in any male flirtations.

Next, I witness my uncle Jack driving a car/RV down an empty country road, mid-Autumn, leaves blowing. Jack starts complaining about the car and swerves dangerously on the road. I guess this is what I imagine it would look like if Jack ever got behind the wheel of a vehicle. It would be nuts.