#10 – A Rush of Euphoria

Dream from December 20, 2013

What seemed like a wild mine cart ride through an underground cavern or tunnel ends at a station besides a rocky subterranean wall. I am apparently going on a trip with some “monsters”, stuffed animals that were telepathically speaking to me…

There is a scruffy looking ticket guy in a red shirt standing next to the tracks. I show the guy a name tag with “Jill Hammell” on it (my mom’s CENA tag at Heartland Healthcare). After he looks at it with concern, I say it is in a different language. Then I am stuffing the monsters more tightly into the small shopping cart I arrived in or on, with various signs, such as “Going to Spartyville” and “Monsters”, being slapped on the sides. Onward!

In no time at all, I arrive in a big outdoor park/arena surrounded by rock walls and various openings. Waterfalls, streams, lakes, rocks, and lots of green plant life are some of the features around here. I walk through a large opening where there is a small plateau or cliff overlooking a wide open dirt land or desert; there are no signs of life for miles and a scene from Attack of the Clones comes to mind. The sky is a clear blue, with relatively few clouds. Parked out on this balcony of nature are some cars – some junky and some that a millionaire might drive. As this sequence continues, the barren wasteland becomes less visible and the focus is more prominently on the cars that are facing me, headlights first. I try to take pictures with a wimpy flip phone but the image keeps on ending somewhere else, with me standing in front of the scene.

From a twisted, dark corner in my mind: “Taylor will get cancer on your birthday”, Jack says to my sister Emily, talking about her beloved friend. He says it with no hesitation, in a matter-of-fact way. Cold and unemotional. Well, then…

I am in the cold section of Walmart, picking out Seagrams from a box. There are many flavors I have never seen, making it hard to decide. I skip over the Tangerine flavored one I have already tried. Alicia, Taylor, and Emily are with me.

Mom and dad are on the couch at the Erie Rd. house at night watching The Simpsons, laughing together. Homer Simpson is dressed like a woman. He pulls off a wig and white cloth wrapped around him like a toga. The fake “boobs” that he is wearing, stuck on with toothpicks and similar in look to olives, are plucked off, one by one. He then pulls off a lower set just below the original ones, throwing them into the campfire. The flames fly up. Whoosh!

The dreams continue with me talking to Hannah Kulwicki, a short girl from the Career Center, on Facebook about Harry Potter, with questions about how HP7, The Deathly Hallows, is different from the other books. It becomes a contribute chat from other people. The answer is that HP7 is set outside most of the time than the other books. I even see the promotional logo that was used in various trailers and posters for the upcoming two part finale of the film franchise.

A rush of euphoria sees a version of me skateboarding down a paved street at night, with a castle growing smaller behind me. I am trying to catch different people on skateboards. “But you can’t catch them”, someone says. Then I’m walking down the street with random strangers. I head off to bed and “Leave the Pieces” by The Wreckers starts to play in my head, with images of mom and family bouncing around in my mind.

Last, but not least, I am in a car with some relatives being driven around our Windham Hills mobile home park looking for a New Hampshire Drive. Some stranger is driving us – I cannot see the person’s face, only an ominous silhouette of their self that speaks DANGER! and that he or she is probably a rabid serial killer. Oh well. I accepted the candy offer and now I will await my doom. We finally find the destination, me seeing the green street sign (in reality there is no New Hampshire Dr. in Windham Hills, another weird trick my dream state likes to play on me).

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A summary of my adventures so far:

Dream 1, “An Elevator of Dreams”, involved Jimmy Kimmel, The Price is Right, a chilly room, a guy getting kicked out, an elevator, forgotten keys, and a wild college party

Dream 2, “Boy Genius”, included Jimmy Neutron, a skyscraper, Mars, and some kids in suits

Dream 3, “Sky Blue”, had a blue van and a girl who has an awesome superhero name

Dream 4, “A Cancerous Dream”, is pretty self explanatory

Dream 5, “Denial”, had me by the side of the road watching a tank flip over

Dream 6, “It’s All Business”, was set at a business with a magical snack machine

Dream 7, “A String of Events”, had Groundskeeper Willy chasing me

Dream 8, “School Days and Autumn Brakes”, involved a lunch box, swimsuit, and crazy uncle driving a car

Dream 9, “Night Visions”, featured monkeys, an obstacle course, graffiti, Legos, and a fictional reptile

Dream 10, “A Rush of Euphoria”, had stuffed toys, a massive arena, cars, cold-hearted truth, carbonated drinks, Homer Simpson, skateboards, a non-existent street, Harry Potter, and an elephant in the room.

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#6 – It’s All Business

Dream from December 10, 2013

In an enormous office building. Looks like a law firm. Intimidating but elegant in appearance. The aesthetics are simplistic and natural, very twenty-first century…

Lots of staircases and floors. Tall panoramic wide glass windows letting the most sunlight in, reducing the electricity bill, and reinforcing the company’s green movement. People in suits all around. Lawyers, attorneys, bank accountants, people with egos the size of Texas. I’m in a beige suit, Hall of Fame style. Walking down a window side sets of stairs that is cutting edge with geometric features boasting that the company is fresh and innovative. Family is with me. I get a snack from a vendy with a credit card for 1 dollar. But it isn’t equipped with a credit card reader, hmmm…

I go to a rather ambitious section perhaps for a job interview but soon back out for  unknown reasons, maybe because it’s for people who are vocal and outgoing,  something I am not too good at and shy away from. The dream shifts away to me gazing into a glass look in room. There are kids playing with toys on the black threadbare carpet. I walk out the front glass doors of the building into the parking lot of the Nazarene Church in Jackson, my uncle Jack walking with me. There are many cars parked about. I arrive at the back of our car, a Ford Taurus SE. Mom tells me to take some candy, assorted taffies, she has in her hand. “Give it to the security guard or they’ll bust you”, she says, talking about my credit card. I don’t have money on it anyways.

P.S. A search for “vendy” on Google Images does not bring up vending machines but something completely different. I still think it’s a cute pet name for the machine.

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