MORNING OF NOVEMBER 14, 2009
I was with friends and we were going through some sort of "haunted house" attraction. It was more low-tech than a ride at a major amusement park would be, but was more high tech than your typical amateur haunted house that you might find during the Halloween season.
My only clear memory is walking through a large, single-level building that looked more or less like an empty department store or something. At every turn, different characters would come out and attempt to scare you.
It was mostly all just funny, but there was one "creature" that was actually a bit unsettling. It was a flaming green aura of a ghost with a terrifying screaming face. The ghost's aura was somehow attached to crossed sticks like a scarecrow, and it would come bouncing along on the sticks, chasing you and screaming endlessly. It seemed way, way too realistic compared to the other things in the attraction. I didn't see how it could be faked.
Finally, I remember leaving the building and walking with my friends (and the other patrons of the event) down a gravel road through the woods. We were supposed to be on our way back to our cars now, the events of the day over. I was talking to Lisa specifically and suddenly we heard the screaming, and that bounding apparition appeared again! It was legitimately scary.
Later, I vaguely remember a different dream I had in which I stopped in a grocery store late at night to pick up a few items. The dream was pretty mundane, as I was literally just walking through a grocery store. The one "remarkable" part is that, though it was a fictional store I've never been in, I very vividly remember different aisles and they way the were laid out, and what food items were on them, etc. I remember the produce section had an individual kiosk for every individual type of fruit or vegetable. For example, there was a corn kiosk that had everything from fresh-picked corn, to canned corn, to frozen corn, all in one location. It was sort of like the dream grocery store for anyone with OCD.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Late Night Drive
MORNING OF NOVEMBER 13, 2009
The only memory from this dream is that I was in my car driving late at night. I think I was supposed to be en route to Birmingham, which is about an hour from me in reality, but the locations I recall were fictional in appearance.
Whether because of the late hour, or some other reason now forgotten to the dream, there was no traffic at all on the road with me. The empty Interstate created an almost eerie stillness as I drove along.
I remember at one point trying to figure out what music I wanted to hear while I drove. I could see the skyline of the city in the distance as I approached it. There was a pinkish haze in the sky, so perhaps it was almost dawn.
The only memory from this dream is that I was in my car driving late at night. I think I was supposed to be en route to Birmingham, which is about an hour from me in reality, but the locations I recall were fictional in appearance.
Whether because of the late hour, or some other reason now forgotten to the dream, there was no traffic at all on the road with me. The empty Interstate created an almost eerie stillness as I drove along.
I remember at one point trying to figure out what music I wanted to hear while I drove. I could see the skyline of the city in the distance as I approached it. There was a pinkish haze in the sky, so perhaps it was almost dawn.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
The Creepy Couple and the Canorous Cutie
MORNING OF NOVEMBER 12, 2009
Somehow I met this couple who were supposed to be the pastors of an area megachurch. They expected me to film them for something relating to work. In the dream I recognized them, apparently from TV, and already knew I didn't care much for them.
They couple was fairly youthful, probably in their thirties, and full of energy. But they were very obviously stuck on themselves. They wanted to get their church services on TV, and you could tell it was really all about them getting on TV. They thought they were going to be the next big thing and kept telling me (boasting to me) about all these ideas and programs they had that were just going to revolutionize everything. Since I was meeting with them for my job, I had to be polite, but I just wanted to roll my eyes.
I remember at one point they explained to me that one of their "helpful exercises" was that each of them would go off separately every morning and write down a list of positive and a list of negative traits that each felt they saw in the other. Somehow, they claimed, this kept their marriage healthy. I remember them taking time to write their respective lists and then handing them to me and telling me to keep them.
I couldn't resist skimming over the lists once they were in my possession, and it soon became clear that they consisted almost entirely of negatives. In fact, was obvious that this couple pretty much hated each other. It was about this time that the couple got in their car and left. I decided to throw away all their papers and material, as I did not care about them. Suddenly the husband showed up again by himself. He wanted his wife's papers, so he could see what she'd been writing about him. I told him I'd thrown them away already, and he was upset, exclaiming that I was supposed to keep them!
Next I remember I was supposed to be going on a blind date. I walked into some room that looked like a coffee shop or something similar, though it was laid out like one of my fifth grade classrooms! I happened to enter the busy-but-not-crowded place of business just behind a girl. Somehow I just knew she was my date, so I introduced myself, and it turns out I was correct.
The girl was fairly pretty, with dark blonde hair, wearing a dress with a black and white pattern. We went over to a nearby counter and stood and made small talk. Things seemed to be going nicely, and eventually we made our way into an adjoining room that looked like is was someone's home kitchen.
We sad down at the kitchen table and continue to talk. Something I said reminded her of a song, and I told her I wasn't sure I was familiar with the song she was referencing. She proceeded to casually sing the song to me, and she had a very nice voice. She didn't stop with just a snippet of the song, but continued the whole thing. At one point she stood up and began to meander around the kitchen as she sang. It wasn't like some Broadway thing where someone breaks into song--she was just singing the song as nonchalantly as if she were alone in her own home.
As she was singing the last part of the song she laid down with her head in my lap. I was pretty certain I was beginning to fall for her. At point she walked over to the refrigerator and took out a wadded-up piece of tin-foil which contained some leftovers. She sat down at the table and began picking away at them.
I asked, almost sarcastically, if she was hungry, and she said she was, but this was all she had to eat. Incredulous, I explained to her, "You know we can go out and get actual food, right? I'll take you wherever you'd like to go." She seemed a little surprised, almost like she didn't believe me. But the next and final thing I remember is the two of us in my car, presumably heading to a restaurant.
Somehow I met this couple who were supposed to be the pastors of an area megachurch. They expected me to film them for something relating to work. In the dream I recognized them, apparently from TV, and already knew I didn't care much for them.
They couple was fairly youthful, probably in their thirties, and full of energy. But they were very obviously stuck on themselves. They wanted to get their church services on TV, and you could tell it was really all about them getting on TV. They thought they were going to be the next big thing and kept telling me (boasting to me) about all these ideas and programs they had that were just going to revolutionize everything. Since I was meeting with them for my job, I had to be polite, but I just wanted to roll my eyes.
I remember at one point they explained to me that one of their "helpful exercises" was that each of them would go off separately every morning and write down a list of positive and a list of negative traits that each felt they saw in the other. Somehow, they claimed, this kept their marriage healthy. I remember them taking time to write their respective lists and then handing them to me and telling me to keep them.
I couldn't resist skimming over the lists once they were in my possession, and it soon became clear that they consisted almost entirely of negatives. In fact, was obvious that this couple pretty much hated each other. It was about this time that the couple got in their car and left. I decided to throw away all their papers and material, as I did not care about them. Suddenly the husband showed up again by himself. He wanted his wife's papers, so he could see what she'd been writing about him. I told him I'd thrown them away already, and he was upset, exclaiming that I was supposed to keep them!
Next I remember I was supposed to be going on a blind date. I walked into some room that looked like a coffee shop or something similar, though it was laid out like one of my fifth grade classrooms! I happened to enter the busy-but-not-crowded place of business just behind a girl. Somehow I just knew she was my date, so I introduced myself, and it turns out I was correct.
The girl was fairly pretty, with dark blonde hair, wearing a dress with a black and white pattern. We went over to a nearby counter and stood and made small talk. Things seemed to be going nicely, and eventually we made our way into an adjoining room that looked like is was someone's home kitchen.
We sad down at the kitchen table and continue to talk. Something I said reminded her of a song, and I told her I wasn't sure I was familiar with the song she was referencing. She proceeded to casually sing the song to me, and she had a very nice voice. She didn't stop with just a snippet of the song, but continued the whole thing. At one point she stood up and began to meander around the kitchen as she sang. It wasn't like some Broadway thing where someone breaks into song--she was just singing the song as nonchalantly as if she were alone in her own home.
As she was singing the last part of the song she laid down with her head in my lap. I was pretty certain I was beginning to fall for her. At point she walked over to the refrigerator and took out a wadded-up piece of tin-foil which contained some leftovers. She sat down at the table and began picking away at them.
I asked, almost sarcastically, if she was hungry, and she said she was, but this was all she had to eat. Incredulous, I explained to her, "You know we can go out and get actual food, right? I'll take you wherever you'd like to go." She seemed a little surprised, almost like she didn't believe me. But the next and final thing I remember is the two of us in my car, presumably heading to a restaurant.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Time Change Merchandise and the Fitness Chick
MORNING OF NOVEMBER 11, 2009
I was in some type of gas station convenience store browsing around. There was a man, apparently a trucker, off to one side looking at a display of novelty lapel pins. I overheard him proudly exclaiming to the clerk that he'd just found a pin that said something about "the time change" on it (I assume in reference to Daylight Savings Time). He went on to explain that when his wife found out he would be "passing through one of the states that had the time change" she wanted a souvenir to commemorate such. He assumed this pin was just the item.
My next clear memory is being in yet another store of a similar sort. I overheard another gentleman asking the clerk if they had any souvenirs pertinent to "the time change". They went looking through random items, but weren't having much luck. I even joined them looking through some novelty lapel pins for a bit. I saw one pin that looked like a little root beer mug, and for some reason I thought the guy would like it, but he only wanted "time change" stuff.
Finally, I told the man there was another store a few blocks away in which a guy had found just such a pin "earlier this morning", and so he went on his way to find that store. The manager of the store we were currently in, a portly middle aged fellow with a graying beard, went on to ramble to me about how difficult that "time change" merchandise was to keep.
Next I remember being at my grandmother's along with a few other family members, sort of like a holiday get-together or something. I was in the living room and I suddenly heard a song coming from the TV in the other room. The song was vaguely familiar, but, maddeningly, I couldn't place it. Suddenly my cousin, Stephen, came into the room and asked me if I could name the song emanating from TV. I explained to him how I was having trouble bringing it to mind.
So we walked into the room where the TV was and I saw there was an old Looney Tunes cartoon in which Bugs Bunny was singing a song. I think it was supposed to be the Chuck Jones classic, "What's Opera, Doc?", though it was very distorted in the dream. So that's where I "knew" the song from.
Then I remember talking to a very attractive blonde girl. She was very tan and very fit, like some sort of athelete. We were really hitting it off, which is odd, because, while pretty, she wasn't what would typically be my "type", and I'm certain I wouldn't typically be hers.
We ened up going upstairs to what looked like the bedroom from my teenage years. She plopped down on my bed, claiming to be exhausted. I lay down beside her. She soon nuzzled up next to me, her eyes closed, murmuring something about how nice it felt to just be there. I agreed, it was nice indeed! I can honestly say I wasn't even really concerned with the obvious potential progression one would assume was likely from this point--I just relished the feel of having someone lying next to me again.
I closed my eyes for a moment and suddenly could feel that she was gone. I don't meant that I felt her extract herself from my arms and leave, but her mass just suddenly ceased to be there. I opened my eyes and was unable to find her anywhere in the room.
I went downstairs, which now looked like one of the stores from earlier in the dream. I asked someone if they'd seen the girl, and they told me she'd decided to take a job in California as a fitness instructor where one of her girlfriends worked. To confirm their point, they showed me a line of fitness-related merchandise in the store which featured the girl and her friend posing on the box.
I was in some type of gas station convenience store browsing around. There was a man, apparently a trucker, off to one side looking at a display of novelty lapel pins. I overheard him proudly exclaiming to the clerk that he'd just found a pin that said something about "the time change" on it (I assume in reference to Daylight Savings Time). He went on to explain that when his wife found out he would be "passing through one of the states that had the time change" she wanted a souvenir to commemorate such. He assumed this pin was just the item.
My next clear memory is being in yet another store of a similar sort. I overheard another gentleman asking the clerk if they had any souvenirs pertinent to "the time change". They went looking through random items, but weren't having much luck. I even joined them looking through some novelty lapel pins for a bit. I saw one pin that looked like a little root beer mug, and for some reason I thought the guy would like it, but he only wanted "time change" stuff.
Finally, I told the man there was another store a few blocks away in which a guy had found just such a pin "earlier this morning", and so he went on his way to find that store. The manager of the store we were currently in, a portly middle aged fellow with a graying beard, went on to ramble to me about how difficult that "time change" merchandise was to keep.
Next I remember being at my grandmother's along with a few other family members, sort of like a holiday get-together or something. I was in the living room and I suddenly heard a song coming from the TV in the other room. The song was vaguely familiar, but, maddeningly, I couldn't place it. Suddenly my cousin, Stephen, came into the room and asked me if I could name the song emanating from TV. I explained to him how I was having trouble bringing it to mind.
So we walked into the room where the TV was and I saw there was an old Looney Tunes cartoon in which Bugs Bunny was singing a song. I think it was supposed to be the Chuck Jones classic, "What's Opera, Doc?", though it was very distorted in the dream. So that's where I "knew" the song from.
Then I remember talking to a very attractive blonde girl. She was very tan and very fit, like some sort of athelete. We were really hitting it off, which is odd, because, while pretty, she wasn't what would typically be my "type", and I'm certain I wouldn't typically be hers.
We ened up going upstairs to what looked like the bedroom from my teenage years. She plopped down on my bed, claiming to be exhausted. I lay down beside her. She soon nuzzled up next to me, her eyes closed, murmuring something about how nice it felt to just be there. I agreed, it was nice indeed! I can honestly say I wasn't even really concerned with the obvious potential progression one would assume was likely from this point--I just relished the feel of having someone lying next to me again.
I closed my eyes for a moment and suddenly could feel that she was gone. I don't meant that I felt her extract herself from my arms and leave, but her mass just suddenly ceased to be there. I opened my eyes and was unable to find her anywhere in the room.
I went downstairs, which now looked like one of the stores from earlier in the dream. I asked someone if they'd seen the girl, and they told me she'd decided to take a job in California as a fitness instructor where one of her girlfriends worked. To confirm their point, they showed me a line of fitness-related merchandise in the store which featured the girl and her friend posing on the box.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Bright Yellow with Pizza
MORNING OF OCTOBER 7, 2009
This is the second bit of dreams I remember from this night/morning. The first is found in the previous post.
It was early evening and I walked into a church building. It looked similar to the one I attended as a kid, though it was mostly just fictional. I walked into the sanctuary prior to the service beginning and a few people, most of them seeming to be elderly, were already seated.
I sat down in a pew to myself, but after a few moments of silent waiting I got antsy and decided to get up and leave. As I was walking out of the room, I heard one of the old ladies saying to her friend--obviously being deliberately loud enough for me to hear--something to the effect of, "Well, I'm not surprised! He never comes to church anymore!"
I walked down some stairs into the basement area of the church, which was furnished with a food court and several stores--essentially a mall of sorts. I passed a pizza place which may have specifically been a Domino's. One of the employees got my attention, saying he knew that I loved pizza, so why didn't I stop to order anything?
I tried to explain that I wasn't hungry and didn't intend to eat right now, but then another employee stepped up to the counter and told me that they'd give me a special deal. I could have any kind of pizza I wanted, with any kind of toppings, etc., for only five dollars. I promptly ordered a pizza.
While I waited for my pizza to be prepared, I went into one of the nearby stores to kill some time. The first store I went into was a clothing store. While there, for some reason I tried on a bright yellow sweater and a bright yellow hoodie, wearing them at the same time. I walked out of the store (apparently without actually purchasing the brightly hued items I was currently wearing).
Now some of my friends were standing outside the store and they asked me what in the world I was doing in those clothes.
This is the second bit of dreams I remember from this night/morning. The first is found in the previous post.
It was early evening and I walked into a church building. It looked similar to the one I attended as a kid, though it was mostly just fictional. I walked into the sanctuary prior to the service beginning and a few people, most of them seeming to be elderly, were already seated.
I sat down in a pew to myself, but after a few moments of silent waiting I got antsy and decided to get up and leave. As I was walking out of the room, I heard one of the old ladies saying to her friend--obviously being deliberately loud enough for me to hear--something to the effect of, "Well, I'm not surprised! He never comes to church anymore!"
I walked down some stairs into the basement area of the church, which was furnished with a food court and several stores--essentially a mall of sorts. I passed a pizza place which may have specifically been a Domino's. One of the employees got my attention, saying he knew that I loved pizza, so why didn't I stop to order anything?
I tried to explain that I wasn't hungry and didn't intend to eat right now, but then another employee stepped up to the counter and told me that they'd give me a special deal. I could have any kind of pizza I wanted, with any kind of toppings, etc., for only five dollars. I promptly ordered a pizza.
While I waited for my pizza to be prepared, I went into one of the nearby stores to kill some time. The first store I went into was a clothing store. While there, for some reason I tried on a bright yellow sweater and a bright yellow hoodie, wearing them at the same time. I walked out of the store (apparently without actually purchasing the brightly hued items I was currently wearing).
Now some of my friends were standing outside the store and they asked me what in the world I was doing in those clothes.
School, Sculptures and Cereal
MORNING OF NOVEMBER 7, 2009
This is the first of two different dreams this night. The second can be found in the next post.
I remember the first part of the dream involved me some of my friends and I (I specifically remember Eric and Brandon) being back in school. It was high school, though it was like we were repeating high school in modern times as opposed to attending for the first time. I have some vague recollection of a math class and a science class being part of our schedule.
Though I can't recall any specifics, I know that we skipped most of our classes and spent most of our time goofing off. When they released report cards, I was afraid to look at mine because that was the first time I stopped to realize just how much class I'd skipped. I knew I had to have failed, and was worried that I would have to "repeat the ninth grade" while everyone else went on to tenth! (And no, I never had to actually repeat classes in my actual school history).
My next memory, possibly from an entirely different dream, is that Eric and Brandon and I joined Courtney and Melissa and possibly some other friends for dinner at a restaurant. They were having some kind of trivia night, and I won one of the rounds. My prize was a very lame sculpture twisted out of fuzzy pipe cleaners. It looked like nothing at all, but the person running the trivia claimed it was a sculpture of a fetus!!
Back at the table, my friends and I got a lot of laughs about my "fetus sculpture". I also remember that the paper place mats on our table had kids' activities on the reverse side. Some of them had silly quizzes that we were all taking. It was sort of like the ridiculous time-wasting quizzes you can take on Facebook, only somehow they were in print form here.
The night/morning I had these dreams I was spending the night at my parents' house, and I actually dreamed that it was morning and I was waking up at my parents' house. I don't own a robe, but for some reason I put on a robe before I went downstairs.
There was a variety pack of cereal in the kitchen, and I chose a box of Apple Jacks that included real fruit bits, such as raisins and dates. For some reason that sounded so good to me that I couldn't wait to try it. As I was sitting down with my cereal, Brandon came into the room and it's the first time I was aware that he'd apparently spent the night here too.
This is the first of two different dreams this night. The second can be found in the next post.
I remember the first part of the dream involved me some of my friends and I (I specifically remember Eric and Brandon) being back in school. It was high school, though it was like we were repeating high school in modern times as opposed to attending for the first time. I have some vague recollection of a math class and a science class being part of our schedule.
Though I can't recall any specifics, I know that we skipped most of our classes and spent most of our time goofing off. When they released report cards, I was afraid to look at mine because that was the first time I stopped to realize just how much class I'd skipped. I knew I had to have failed, and was worried that I would have to "repeat the ninth grade" while everyone else went on to tenth! (And no, I never had to actually repeat classes in my actual school history).
My next memory, possibly from an entirely different dream, is that Eric and Brandon and I joined Courtney and Melissa and possibly some other friends for dinner at a restaurant. They were having some kind of trivia night, and I won one of the rounds. My prize was a very lame sculpture twisted out of fuzzy pipe cleaners. It looked like nothing at all, but the person running the trivia claimed it was a sculpture of a fetus!!
Back at the table, my friends and I got a lot of laughs about my "fetus sculpture". I also remember that the paper place mats on our table had kids' activities on the reverse side. Some of them had silly quizzes that we were all taking. It was sort of like the ridiculous time-wasting quizzes you can take on Facebook, only somehow they were in print form here.
The night/morning I had these dreams I was spending the night at my parents' house, and I actually dreamed that it was morning and I was waking up at my parents' house. I don't own a robe, but for some reason I put on a robe before I went downstairs.
There was a variety pack of cereal in the kitchen, and I chose a box of Apple Jacks that included real fruit bits, such as raisins and dates. For some reason that sounded so good to me that I couldn't wait to try it. As I was sitting down with my cereal, Brandon came into the room and it's the first time I was aware that he'd apparently spent the night here too.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Cereal Prize Card
MORNING OF NOVEMBER 2, 2009
I only remember the last portion of this dream clearly, in spite of knowing there was a lot of "story" before this point. A few friends and I, along with other people, were gathered in a little shop in a strip mall of some sort. There was a feeling as though we were on vacation, or at least visiting somewhere out of town.
Everyone in this store seemed to be just sitting or standing around waiting for something. I was sitting in the floor, and I eventually started going through my wallet, just out of boredom. In real life my wallet's not terribly unkempt, but in my dream it was just full of all kinds of useless, accumulated junk.
One pocket contained a bunch of plastic novelty cards. They were the size of typical business or credit cards, but had various sayings or art printed on them instead. Some of the cards I "recognized" as things my parents had supposedly given me during childhood. They had various verses and sayings printed on them. A couple featured just cartoon art of some kind.
One of the cards had kid-friendly artwork of a farm with children and animals playing on it. I "remembered" that this one had been a free prize in a box of cereal! In fact, it was still in its plastic wrapper, and the wrapper still had some of the "dust" from the cereal crumbs on it. I wondered how long this had been in my wallet, and I found a copyright on the card, "©1999". I was surprised that it was only 10 years old, as I could swear I remembered it from my early childhood.
My old friend, D., whom I havent' seen in years, was sitting in the floor near me. I gave him the cereal prize card for some reason.
I only remember the last portion of this dream clearly, in spite of knowing there was a lot of "story" before this point. A few friends and I, along with other people, were gathered in a little shop in a strip mall of some sort. There was a feeling as though we were on vacation, or at least visiting somewhere out of town.
Everyone in this store seemed to be just sitting or standing around waiting for something. I was sitting in the floor, and I eventually started going through my wallet, just out of boredom. In real life my wallet's not terribly unkempt, but in my dream it was just full of all kinds of useless, accumulated junk.
One pocket contained a bunch of plastic novelty cards. They were the size of typical business or credit cards, but had various sayings or art printed on them instead. Some of the cards I "recognized" as things my parents had supposedly given me during childhood. They had various verses and sayings printed on them. A couple featured just cartoon art of some kind.
One of the cards had kid-friendly artwork of a farm with children and animals playing on it. I "remembered" that this one had been a free prize in a box of cereal! In fact, it was still in its plastic wrapper, and the wrapper still had some of the "dust" from the cereal crumbs on it. I wondered how long this had been in my wallet, and I found a copyright on the card, "©1999". I was surprised that it was only 10 years old, as I could swear I remembered it from my early childhood.
My old friend, D., whom I havent' seen in years, was sitting in the floor near me. I gave him the cereal prize card for some reason.
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