Saturday, October 31, 2009

Writing in the Field


The actual context: Several friends and I spent the night at another friend's home following her Halloween party.

I only vaguely recall the dream, but all of us were outside on an overcast and mildly chilly October afternoon. We were mostly wearing the costumes we had actually worn at the Halloween party. Everyone was sitting and standing around in what was more or less a large lawn or open field of some kind without many landmarks save perhaps a few trees.

I was carrying a notebook around trying to write something down (like perhaps a sudden idea). It seems like someone or something would always disturb me before I could ever concentrate on it. Melissa seemed to disappear and reappear from the rest of us, wearing a different costume each time (likely because she'd had so much trouble finding a decent last minute costume in real life).

The dream seemed to continue on in this fashion for a while, and I'm sure there was more going on, but this is about the extent I can remember. Exciting, huh?

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

The Parking Lot Antics


I was in a parking lot late at night with characters from The Office TV show. The lot was pretty well empty except for two or three cars. Michael Scott had somehow accidentally smashed the windows out of someone else's car, and he was trying to enlist Jim, Oscar and I to help him cover it up. We couldn't believe his stupidity (because apparently the way he'd broken the windows was by some specifically moronic action, as opposed to simple accident).

As we stood in the darkened parking lot, I looked over at this huge mountain range on the horizon. The sun was beginning to rise, and there was a beautiful, picturesque scene. I ran to my car to get my camera, but by the time I had it ready, some clouds had some in an obscured the sunrise back into mostly darkness. I watched for a few more minutes to see if the sun would reemerge.

Then I noticed on one of the mountaintops what looked like a tribe of American Indians gathered around a fire. I don't know how I could see it so clearly given how far away the mountains really were, but I could. It was sort of an eerie image, that campfire glowing out in the otherwise darkness.

Friday, October 23, 2009

A Shocking Experiecne


I cannot for the life of me remember exactly how the first part of this dream played out. There was something to do with a man, a vicious murderer, who was sentenced to die, but he was running around free. Some friends and I were tasked with catching him and carrying out his sentence. We were following him around trying to catch up to him, but it somehow felt like more of a game than anything really serious. Like we were just trying to "win" by catching him.

I recall one scene in which three or four of us caught up to the guy on someone's front porch. Right then and there we hooked electrodes to him, almost like jumping a car, and began trying to electrocute him to death. We kept hooking it up wrong so that it wasn't fatal but only hurt him badly. After several tries I almost began to feel sorry for him, even though I knew he was guilty of unspeakable acts.

Then I remember being gathered in a room with the same friends and Z. came in holding a portable game system of some sort. He showed us a new game he was playing, and the game featured monkeys. The monkey characters would chase people down and shock them, and I realized what he had all been doing before was simply playing this game.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Rescue 911


I was driving out of my apartment complex and I saw that an ex-girlfriend was driving in front of me. After going down a couple of roads we were suddenly driving through the neighborhood I lived in as a teenager. We came to a four-way stop, and while waiting there I noticed her slump over in her seat and her car coasted across the intersection and ended up stopped on the shoulder of the opposite road.

Feeling sort of panicked and uncertain, I pulled my car over and dialed 911 without ever going to her car to check on her. I vaguely remember speaking to the operator about what had just happened, and trying to explain to her where we were. I kept telling her the names of the intersecting streets were were at, but for some reason she was having trouble comprehending me.

Finally, it was fairly late at night and I was back at my apartment complex. I was standing out in the parking area, dressed in my casual around-the-house T-shirt and such. A young man who had been sent by 911was there, asking me more questions about my call. I was baffled as to why it was such a big deal, and why they couldn't just send help to where you were when you first called.

The man had me fill out a bunch of papers on a clipboard, after which I tried to get him to just leave. He proved difficult to get rid of, but finally he seemed satisfied enough to go on his way. I went back into my apartment. The TV was on in the background, and it was playing some really strange movie with Jim Carrey in it. I remember thinking his hairstyle in the movie looked like the hair of John Linnell from They Might Be Giants.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

The Mysterious and Poorly Written Letter


I dreamed that I was waking up early this morning and one of the first things I did was to go check my e-mail. One of the messages was from a client for whom I used to do regular freelance art for a kids' magazine. In real life it's been roughly a year since my last gig for that client, but the e-mail in the dream informed that they needed another comic. At first I was excited, until I began to look more closely.

As soon as I opened the e-mail, I was holding a physical, handwritten letter instead. The handwriting was very poorly scrawled in pencil. It was difficult to read, but seemed to be asking me do draw something for them, though it offered very little specifics except to see the rough sketches they'd included as examples. There was an attached piece of paper with some hideously vague scribbles that were completely unintelligible. I think they were supposed to be of dinosaurs. I had no idea what these people wanted me to draw.

Then I noticed another handwritten note explaining that said the guy who had written the letter would take 30% of what I was paid for the job because he took the time to draw those example sketches! By now, obviously, this whole thing was beginning to smell of a scam to me.

I think it was around this time that the alarm went off and I hit snooze. Drifting immediately back to sleep, I had a brief dream that seemed to stem from the previous scenario, though it started off more like some kind of movie scene:

There was an attractive girl being kept in some sort of institution. The main doctor taking care of her, a balding middle-aged man, was obviously the villain. He knew she wasn't really crazy, but he had convinced everyone else she was. She was trying to convince the other doctors that her claims were accurate. It had a very "Sarah Connor" feel to it, though I don't think it was supposed to be Terminator related.

At one point the woman showed the "good" doctors papers that looked similar to the hand-scrawled note I'd held earlier in the dream. The bad doctor had supposedly written this, and it somehow proved his evil intent. The bad doctor found out, and locked the woman back in her room, this time heavily strapped down to her bed so she could do no more harm.

The last scene I remember is a large military plane coming in for a landing. It opened its back hatch, and all sorts of items began just rolling out. One of them was that woman's bed, with her still strapped to it. Another was a skateboard covered in art--the art being the scribbled doodles from the mail in the previous dream.

Then the girl broke free from her bead and physically confronted the bad doctor in what looked like someone's driveway.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

The New Costume Designs


My real life trip to Disney World was just a couple of days away when I had this dream, so its subject matter is kind of understandable. I really can only remember one scene, which took place in a very small room. The room was poorly lit and sort of dirty and decrepit in appearance. You could see through the dirty window in the back that it was a clear night outside.

The room had several rusty metal folding chairs lined up in about four rows facing toward an area with a podium (or something serving as a podium). A handful of the seats were filled with the costumed Disney characters, such as inhabit Disney World. I know there were Mickey, Donald and Goofy, and I think Minnie and maybe one other (Pluto?).

But the costumes looked different in a weird and borderline creepy way. They were form-fitting lycra bodysuits. The bodysuit just had the corresponding character's colors and outfit printed onto it. Similarly, instead wearing the sculpted head masks, they sported lycra hoods over their heads with the character's faces printed on. Mickey's head didn't even have actual ears sticking out!

I don't know where I fit into this scene, as I only seemed to be observing the whole thing. These oddly-dressed characters were just sitting in these folding chairs, as though waiting to be addressed by someone (or perhaps they already were being addressed and I just can't remember it).