MORNING OF JUNE 10, 2008
So much is going on here that it may have really been separate dreams...but it all feels like one, so I'm writing it as such.
I was staying at a fictional house one evening. At first I was there alone. There was an indoor patio where I found what was either a comic book or a magazine about comic books. I sat down on the steps that led to the patio and began flipping through it.
Suddenly I was aware of someone watching me. I turned to see a young boy of about 8 or 9 looking over my shoulder. I asked if the book belonged to him, and when he said it didn't, I told him nicely that it was hard to concentrate with him watching that way. I promised to hand it to him just as soon as I was through with it. He was fine with that and went away.
I have a vague memory of going into the hallway of the house and trying to find the boy to give the magazine to him. I found what was obviously a little boy's bedroom, but don't remember anything else about that.
Then I remember it being early morning and I was getting into a car with my parents. I was in the back seat where I found two or three very young puppies (I think they were labs, but I'm not certain). My mom gave me an explanation for their presence, but I can't remember what it was. They were incredibly cute, though.
Then my mom handed me a bag of Chili Cheese Fritos. I haven't had those in a long time. The dream ones tasted so good, I might have to get a real life bag of them soon.
Then I remember I was driving a car somewhere at night to meet my friends. I got to the fictional neighborhood I was supposed to be in. There were cars everywhere, lining the curbs, etc. I couldn't find a place to park. Finally I found a place in someone's front yard.
As soon as I parked, the sound of sirens alerted me to several firetrucks rushing up the street. Only then did I notice that both the house I had parked in front of and the one next door to it were engulfed in flames. I had to move my car again so the firemen could get in. Somehow I just knew no one was in the burning homes, but I still felt sick as I watched them go up in smoke.
Then I was with my friends...I know Richard and Eric were among them. There were others there--either fictional or otherwise--that I can't recall. We were inside a huge Wal-Mart-like department store. We saw an acquaintance from high school who I (and I assume all of us) haven't seen in years and he told us he was gay. I don't think anyone ever held any such suspicions, so we were all kind of surprised to hear it.
There was a little more to the dream that involved just wandering through this store, but this is about where any real memory ends.
EXTRA BITS:
Here's one image from a dream I had a few nights ago that I didn't think merited its own entry, so I'll stick it here: I was driving somewhere at 1:00 am, but the sun was out. (Visually it looked to be just before sunset.) I knew there was no mistaking the hour, and found it very surreal to see the sun...yet only surreal and not terrifying.
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2 comments:
a book or magazine about comic books- like the comics journal/wizard?
I like that you parked the car
in front of the burning houses
no cops around I guess?
I was reading that late (rem) cycle dreams the ones before waking- are usually the longest; and contain less sporadic elements- i.e. they have characters, and bits of story
as opposed to just images
I feels that most of your dreams
fall into this area; because they seem (at least in your recording) to be more cohesive
Yes, it was like Wizard.
And yes, the majority of the dreams I remember are whatever I was dreaming when I woke up in the morning. Part of the cohesiveness probably comes from my tendency to be over-wordy when I write as well.
Usually when you see more fragmented dreams in my journal it's when I remember ones from earlier in the night. So the theory holds in my case!
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