MORNING OF JANUARY 11, 2010
I was at what more or less looked like my grandmother's house with some other family members. At one point my dad and I went to step outside. In the dream, much of the house was surrounded by a large, fenced-in pasture. As I was coming out onto the front porch, I noticed this field was now filled with a large band of gorillas!
I love gorillas, and was fascinated to be seeing them so close and in a "natural" setting. I happened to have my camera, and began to take pictures. I noticed one silverback was right at the fence, very near where we were standing. When I photographed him, he shielded his eyes from the flash and then became very angry!
We ran back inside to avoid his potential wrath. I think after waiting for a while I sneaked back outside to observe a little more of the apparently migrating primates.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Little Dinosaurs
MORNING OF JANUARY 10, 2010
This whole dream felt like I was inside a movie. I was actually in the scenes, watching things, aware of the "story", but I never interacted and it seems no one ever saw me.
I first recall being in a small backyard where some members of an African American family were having an argument, while others were trying to break it up. I looked down and noticed a little yellow songbird of some sort hopping around the feet of the scuffling individuals. I was shocked that it would so calmly approach such a ruckus, and also concerned that it might be inadvertently hurt.
Next, I walked up to the backdoor of the house. There was a small handicap ramp attached to the porch, and on this tramp I saw several tiny little lizards crawling up towards the open door. Upon closer inspection, I saw that the lizards walked upright, and looked very similar to tiny T-Rex's! Not wanting them to get into the house, I formed a blockade with my hands, and when they reached it they turned and went back down the ramp.
Now entering the house through the kitchen, I looked down to see a Triceratops about the size of a domestic cat. It was eating and drinking out of stainless steel food dishes! I was quite shocked to see it, and then I heard a narrator's voice explaining how, before dinosaurs became extinct, people used to keep small ones as pets. Amidst my shock, I was also thinking of The Flintstones.
This whole dream felt like I was inside a movie. I was actually in the scenes, watching things, aware of the "story", but I never interacted and it seems no one ever saw me.
I first recall being in a small backyard where some members of an African American family were having an argument, while others were trying to break it up. I looked down and noticed a little yellow songbird of some sort hopping around the feet of the scuffling individuals. I was shocked that it would so calmly approach such a ruckus, and also concerned that it might be inadvertently hurt.
Next, I walked up to the backdoor of the house. There was a small handicap ramp attached to the porch, and on this tramp I saw several tiny little lizards crawling up towards the open door. Upon closer inspection, I saw that the lizards walked upright, and looked very similar to tiny T-Rex's! Not wanting them to get into the house, I formed a blockade with my hands, and when they reached it they turned and went back down the ramp.
Now entering the house through the kitchen, I looked down to see a Triceratops about the size of a domestic cat. It was eating and drinking out of stainless steel food dishes! I was quite shocked to see it, and then I heard a narrator's voice explaining how, before dinosaurs became extinct, people used to keep small ones as pets. Amidst my shock, I was also thinking of The Flintstones.
Shoe, Nazis, Shoe!
MORNING OF JANUARY 9, 2010
I was either staying in or visiting some house with several of my friends. Melissa was trying to wrap presents for someone. The wrapping paper mostly featured cartoons, such as Disney characters. I remember walking into a room where Eric was and seeing a bunch of Looney Tunes wrapping paper in the floor. He told me that was Melissa's as well.
Richard and Jessica were there with daughter Cailey, and she and I were playing Strawberry Shortcake. She wanted to pretend that one of the various friends of Strawberry Shortcake had been kidnapped and we had to save her...so a whole group of my friends and I went outside as though we were covertly trying to locate her and rescue the fictional character from the enemy.
We came upon a docking station where several semi-trucks were loading and unloading cargo. The place was being guarded by....wait for it...Nazi soldiers. We were trying to figure out how to get past them when we noticed several rolling carts piled high with stylish shoes were parked nearby.
We began throwing the shoes at the Nazis. For some reason they didn't shoot us or otherwise kill or detain us--they literally were too busy just shielding themselves from the hail of shoes, as though they were really quite dangerous.
I was either staying in or visiting some house with several of my friends. Melissa was trying to wrap presents for someone. The wrapping paper mostly featured cartoons, such as Disney characters. I remember walking into a room where Eric was and seeing a bunch of Looney Tunes wrapping paper in the floor. He told me that was Melissa's as well.
Richard and Jessica were there with daughter Cailey, and she and I were playing Strawberry Shortcake. She wanted to pretend that one of the various friends of Strawberry Shortcake had been kidnapped and we had to save her...so a whole group of my friends and I went outside as though we were covertly trying to locate her and rescue the fictional character from the enemy.
We came upon a docking station where several semi-trucks were loading and unloading cargo. The place was being guarded by....wait for it...Nazi soldiers. We were trying to figure out how to get past them when we noticed several rolling carts piled high with stylish shoes were parked nearby.
We began throwing the shoes at the Nazis. For some reason they didn't shoot us or otherwise kill or detain us--they literally were too busy just shielding themselves from the hail of shoes, as though they were really quite dangerous.
Monday, January 4, 2010
Car Damage
MORNING OF JANUARY 4, 2009
I was in my apartment. It was early one morning and other people, I assume some of my friends, were here with me. Someone mentioned in passing that my car had been damaged overnight. I was shocked that they informed me with such nonchalance.
Moments later we were outside in the parking lot, which was very much bigger than it actually is. My parked car had obviously been rear-ended to the extent that it completely crumbled the trunk. The person who had done this obviously had just driven off, because there was no sign of them.
The remainder of the dream was just standing around in the parking lot talking to people, trying to figure out what I was going to do. I do recall at one point looking at my car again, and the damage wasn't quite as bad as it had previously looked.
I was in my apartment. It was early one morning and other people, I assume some of my friends, were here with me. Someone mentioned in passing that my car had been damaged overnight. I was shocked that they informed me with such nonchalance.
Moments later we were outside in the parking lot, which was very much bigger than it actually is. My parked car had obviously been rear-ended to the extent that it completely crumbled the trunk. The person who had done this obviously had just driven off, because there was no sign of them.
The remainder of the dream was just standing around in the parking lot talking to people, trying to figure out what I was going to do. I do recall at one point looking at my car again, and the damage wasn't quite as bad as it had previously looked.
Monday, December 28, 2009
The Bonfire in the Living Room
MORNING OF DECEMBER 28, 2009
For some reason my boss at work told me to order some movie series so we could take footage from it and use for something (legal issues never came to mind in the dream). The movie series in question was fictional, but was supposed to be one of those corny slasher movie franchises.
I remember receiving the movies in the mail. There were about five slipcases, each filled with several of the movies. Upon closer inspection, I realized that each slipcase actually contained books, not DVDs (apparently the books the movies had been based on)!
For some reason all of this was taking place inside some random house, late at night. There were hardly any lights on in the place, so it was dark, but there was a bonfire in the middle of the living room.
For some reason someone gave me a plush Joker doll. It was based on the version of the Joker from the 90's "Batman" animated series. The doll was about two feet tall and recited several phrases in the Joker's voice. After hearing one particular phrase, I yelled at it like Batman, punched it, and threw it into the bonfire in the living room.
I watched it burn up, wondering why I had done that. Then I began to visually examine other items on the bonfire, which I could see in great detail, but can't remember all of them now.
I noticed a small child, just a toddler, was sleeping near the fire and was alarmed.
For some reason my boss at work told me to order some movie series so we could take footage from it and use for something (legal issues never came to mind in the dream). The movie series in question was fictional, but was supposed to be one of those corny slasher movie franchises.
I remember receiving the movies in the mail. There were about five slipcases, each filled with several of the movies. Upon closer inspection, I realized that each slipcase actually contained books, not DVDs (apparently the books the movies had been based on)!
For some reason all of this was taking place inside some random house, late at night. There were hardly any lights on in the place, so it was dark, but there was a bonfire in the middle of the living room.
For some reason someone gave me a plush Joker doll. It was based on the version of the Joker from the 90's "Batman" animated series. The doll was about two feet tall and recited several phrases in the Joker's voice. After hearing one particular phrase, I yelled at it like Batman, punched it, and threw it into the bonfire in the living room.
I watched it burn up, wondering why I had done that. Then I began to visually examine other items on the bonfire, which I could see in great detail, but can't remember all of them now.
I noticed a small child, just a toddler, was sleeping near the fire and was alarmed.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
The Holding Cell
MORNING OF DECEMBER 27, 2009
I remember there was a large room with some sort of large, freestanding cage or holding cell in the center of it. Apart from that, the room was fairly drab and empty. I remember leading a small group of people into the cage and locking them in.
Remaining in the same room, I had to take a couple of pills. I think they were vitamins. After putting them in my mouth I realized I had no liquid to wash them down with, and I couldn't swallow them dry. They were beginning to dissolve and I could taste the nasty flavor. I think I began asking the prisoners if they had any water.
There was some other, different dream in which I was a fan of a particular, fictional Flash cartoon on the internet. It was very much like the actual Homestar Runner site. I was out in a park of some sort one day and saw a little statue of one of the characters from the fictional cartoon. I wanted to contact the creator and ask him how he'd had that made.
I remember there was a large room with some sort of large, freestanding cage or holding cell in the center of it. Apart from that, the room was fairly drab and empty. I remember leading a small group of people into the cage and locking them in.
Remaining in the same room, I had to take a couple of pills. I think they were vitamins. After putting them in my mouth I realized I had no liquid to wash them down with, and I couldn't swallow them dry. They were beginning to dissolve and I could taste the nasty flavor. I think I began asking the prisoners if they had any water.
There was some other, different dream in which I was a fan of a particular, fictional Flash cartoon on the internet. It was very much like the actual Homestar Runner site. I was out in a park of some sort one day and saw a little statue of one of the characters from the fictional cartoon. I wanted to contact the creator and ask him how he'd had that made.
Friday, December 25, 2009
The Empty Locker
MORNING OF DECEMBER 25, 2009
I was in school again, and it looked more or less like high school. I was in the hall talking to friends or something (I don't have really clear memories of the first portion of the dream), and then it the bell rang and I had to rush to get to class on time.
When I arrived in the classroom, just in the nick of time, I realized I hadn't brought any books with me. The teacher wasn't in the room yet, so I thought maybe I still had time. I ran down the hall to my locker, only to find it empty of any books whatsoever! The only items populating the locker were a pencil case, and old notebook of some kind, and a fake plastic cell phone filled with candy (it looked like an iPhone).
Beside the lockers, there was a convenient stash of "extra" text books of all kinds. I grabbed an extra English book, the one I needed, and ran back to the class, which had by now already begun session.
The teacher, who looked like one of my high school math teachers, reprimanded me for being late and for not having my own book on hand. Somewhere around this point I begin to lose memory.
I was in school again, and it looked more or less like high school. I was in the hall talking to friends or something (I don't have really clear memories of the first portion of the dream), and then it the bell rang and I had to rush to get to class on time.
When I arrived in the classroom, just in the nick of time, I realized I hadn't brought any books with me. The teacher wasn't in the room yet, so I thought maybe I still had time. I ran down the hall to my locker, only to find it empty of any books whatsoever! The only items populating the locker were a pencil case, and old notebook of some kind, and a fake plastic cell phone filled with candy (it looked like an iPhone).
Beside the lockers, there was a convenient stash of "extra" text books of all kinds. I grabbed an extra English book, the one I needed, and ran back to the class, which had by now already begun session.
The teacher, who looked like one of my high school math teachers, reprimanded me for being late and for not having my own book on hand. Somewhere around this point I begin to lose memory.
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