MORNING OF JUNE 25, 2010
I was spending the night with a fictional girl in a small house in a small neighborhood. The girl took her shirt off, and I saw that her nipples were very deformed. It freaked me out a little bit.
Then another woman walked into the room and began discussing the apparently very strict rules of the house with us. It was very bizarre and I felt like maybe I didn't want to be there anymore.
I noticed a beautiful sunset through the window, so I left the room the girls were in and went outside to take pictures of it. (I know this part of the dream comes from the fact that I witnessed a gorgeous sunset yesterday and didn't have my camera on hand to photograph it).
Friday, June 25, 2010
Thursday, June 24, 2010
The Little Girl With Two Board Games
MORNING OF JUNE 24, 2010
I was going to meet my friends at this strange, run-down house in an old neighborhood. There was a fictional little girl, about 9 or 10 years old in the car with me. Supposedly I was watching her for the day or something.
On our way to the strange run-down house, we stopped by the store. It was the girl's birthday, and I told her she could pick out a present. She chose two board games. One of them was "Operation". Somehow I knew she already owned that game, so I urged her to pick a game she didn't have. She explained she'd lost one of the pieces to her "Operation" game, and so needed an entire new set.
When we eventually arrived at the house of our original destination, there were several black guys guarding the place with weapons. I approached them and explained we were expected there to meet friends, so they said we could go in. Before we did, I placed both of the girl's new board games in a stand-alone garage beside the house and left them there.
I have vague memories of being inside the house and talking to people, but my next and last clear memory is riding back home with the young girl. We were having some sort of odd conversation.
I was going to meet my friends at this strange, run-down house in an old neighborhood. There was a fictional little girl, about 9 or 10 years old in the car with me. Supposedly I was watching her for the day or something.
On our way to the strange run-down house, we stopped by the store. It was the girl's birthday, and I told her she could pick out a present. She chose two board games. One of them was "Operation". Somehow I knew she already owned that game, so I urged her to pick a game she didn't have. She explained she'd lost one of the pieces to her "Operation" game, and so needed an entire new set.
When we eventually arrived at the house of our original destination, there were several black guys guarding the place with weapons. I approached them and explained we were expected there to meet friends, so they said we could go in. Before we did, I placed both of the girl's new board games in a stand-alone garage beside the house and left them there.
I have vague memories of being inside the house and talking to people, but my next and last clear memory is riding back home with the young girl. We were having some sort of odd conversation.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
The Halloween Mirror
MORNING OF JUNE 23, 2010
I was with Eric, going through some sort of department store. All of the Halloween decorations and costumes were on display. One of the items was a trick novelty mirror.
You could set the mirror to "record" an image of your face when you looked into it. Then you could play it back, in which case the mirror would fog up, and all of these holographic, ghostly faces would appear. One of the holographic ghost faces would be your face, taken from the picture it captured when you first looked into it. I thought this was so cheesily cool!
Later, I remember Eric and Brandon and I were spending the night at my grandmother's house. We had plans to go see the midnight debut screening of Toy Story 3 (even thought the movie's really been out for a few days at this point and we've already seen it).
I remember being in the bathroom getting ready to go and I noticed it was something like 2 a.m. So we probably already missed the movie. I went out into the living room and asked Brandon what time the movie started, and he said he didn't know, then just went out to his car.
I was wearing a cool They Might Be Giants T-shirt.
I was with Eric, going through some sort of department store. All of the Halloween decorations and costumes were on display. One of the items was a trick novelty mirror.
You could set the mirror to "record" an image of your face when you looked into it. Then you could play it back, in which case the mirror would fog up, and all of these holographic, ghostly faces would appear. One of the holographic ghost faces would be your face, taken from the picture it captured when you first looked into it. I thought this was so cheesily cool!
Later, I remember Eric and Brandon and I were spending the night at my grandmother's house. We had plans to go see the midnight debut screening of Toy Story 3 (even thought the movie's really been out for a few days at this point and we've already seen it).
I remember being in the bathroom getting ready to go and I noticed it was something like 2 a.m. So we probably already missed the movie. I went out into the living room and asked Brandon what time the movie started, and he said he didn't know, then just went out to his car.
I was wearing a cool They Might Be Giants T-shirt.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
The Disruptive Zombie People
MORNING OF JUNE 22, 2010
I was visiting a small, local (and fictional) store. A woman that worked there explained to me about a special event they had coming up. As s means of promoting the business, they would be hosting a free dinner. The only catch was that you had to attend "in costume", and your costume had to be compiled of random and mismatched clothes, preferably from a thrift store.
My next memory is actually being at this dinner. I can't remember what kind of outfit I wore, but I remember all the other attendees were dressed in highly tacky, often loud ensembles. One very redneck-y man kept proclaiming he was wearing a "skirt", by which I assumed he meant "kilt", until I got a good look at him. That's when I realized he was in his boxers only. Ugh!
There was a Christmas tree at the party, suspended somehow a few feet off the ground. It reminded me that I needed to take down and put away my Christmas tree at home, because it had been up too long (my tree has actually been down since right after Christmas, thank you very much, subconscious!).
I began to get an inexplicably uneasy feeling about this party, so I decided to leave. The lady who ran the store--the one I had spoken to at the beginning of the dream--followed me outside. She was very insistent that I stay, but I refused and left. So great was my desire to distance myself from this place that I began walking down the side of the highway before remembering my car was in the parking lot. I turned back to get it, aware, suddenly, that I'd be late "getting back to work after my lunch break".
Next I remember I was back at the party, only now it looked a little different. My friends Richard and Jessica were there. I kept trying to track one of them down to ask if we were "still supposed to hang out this Friday", but they were always surrounded by people.
Suddenly, zombies attacked the party. I don't know if they were literal zombies, or people dressed like zombies, or what. But the best way I can describe them is as zombies. These people/creatures pulled up in a car, and then began chasing the people at the party. Everyone was in a panic.
As suddenly as it had begun, the panic was over, but everyone was still nervous. I had this terrible sense of foreboding and dread. I couldn't and still can't really explain why.
The scene changed to where I was in what was supposed to be my grandmother's house, but really didn't look like it. I was supposedly sitting with her for the night. She was acting really bizarre and incoherent and it concerned and stressed me. There was a cot in the middle of the living room, and she eventually just lay down and seemed really happy that it was bedtime.
I was relived she was finally calm, but I kept looking out the window, afraid those zombie people might return.
I was visiting a small, local (and fictional) store. A woman that worked there explained to me about a special event they had coming up. As s means of promoting the business, they would be hosting a free dinner. The only catch was that you had to attend "in costume", and your costume had to be compiled of random and mismatched clothes, preferably from a thrift store.
My next memory is actually being at this dinner. I can't remember what kind of outfit I wore, but I remember all the other attendees were dressed in highly tacky, often loud ensembles. One very redneck-y man kept proclaiming he was wearing a "skirt", by which I assumed he meant "kilt", until I got a good look at him. That's when I realized he was in his boxers only. Ugh!
There was a Christmas tree at the party, suspended somehow a few feet off the ground. It reminded me that I needed to take down and put away my Christmas tree at home, because it had been up too long (my tree has actually been down since right after Christmas, thank you very much, subconscious!).
I began to get an inexplicably uneasy feeling about this party, so I decided to leave. The lady who ran the store--the one I had spoken to at the beginning of the dream--followed me outside. She was very insistent that I stay, but I refused and left. So great was my desire to distance myself from this place that I began walking down the side of the highway before remembering my car was in the parking lot. I turned back to get it, aware, suddenly, that I'd be late "getting back to work after my lunch break".
Next I remember I was back at the party, only now it looked a little different. My friends Richard and Jessica were there. I kept trying to track one of them down to ask if we were "still supposed to hang out this Friday", but they were always surrounded by people.
Suddenly, zombies attacked the party. I don't know if they were literal zombies, or people dressed like zombies, or what. But the best way I can describe them is as zombies. These people/creatures pulled up in a car, and then began chasing the people at the party. Everyone was in a panic.
As suddenly as it had begun, the panic was over, but everyone was still nervous. I had this terrible sense of foreboding and dread. I couldn't and still can't really explain why.
The scene changed to where I was in what was supposed to be my grandmother's house, but really didn't look like it. I was supposedly sitting with her for the night. She was acting really bizarre and incoherent and it concerned and stressed me. There was a cot in the middle of the living room, and she eventually just lay down and seemed really happy that it was bedtime.
I was relived she was finally calm, but I kept looking out the window, afraid those zombie people might return.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
A Mildly Porphetic Fox
MORNING OF JUNE 17, 2010
I was dreaming that I was doing my morning walk at the local track. I saw an improbably huge fox, about the size of a German shepherd. I wasn't intimidated by the animal, even as it approached me.
The fox seemed very tame. Happy to see me, even. After spending a few moments attempting to build a rapport with it, I let it sniff my hand, to see if I could then pet it. After sniffing my hand, it suddenly decided to bite me, unprovoked.
After the bite I kicked at it and it ran a short distance away, looking back at me furtively. I think this is when my alarm went off or something.
What's really strange? When I actually got up and went to the track this morning, a hound dog I've never seen before was hanging around. It approached me more than once, looking as if it longed for me to pet it, but it was too scared to let me get very near. Needless to see, this dream still fresh on my mind, I was a little cautious about attempting to pet it.
I was dreaming that I was doing my morning walk at the local track. I saw an improbably huge fox, about the size of a German shepherd. I wasn't intimidated by the animal, even as it approached me.
The fox seemed very tame. Happy to see me, even. After spending a few moments attempting to build a rapport with it, I let it sniff my hand, to see if I could then pet it. After sniffing my hand, it suddenly decided to bite me, unprovoked.
After the bite I kicked at it and it ran a short distance away, looking back at me furtively. I think this is when my alarm went off or something.
What's really strange? When I actually got up and went to the track this morning, a hound dog I've never seen before was hanging around. It approached me more than once, looking as if it longed for me to pet it, but it was too scared to let me get very near. Needless to see, this dream still fresh on my mind, I was a little cautious about attempting to pet it.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Adam and Eve as Puppets
MORNING OF JUNE 16, 2010
I was in some strange location late at night with a couple of friends. We were in some kind of dilapidated concrete room and there was a bizarre puppet show taking place.
The "puppets" were almost life-size people. There was a male and a female, and they represented Adam and Eve. From the way they moved, it looked as though they were actual people in costumes. The bodies were covered in skintight, flesh-colored fabric (the girl costume even had fake breasts with visible nipples painted on). The heads, however, were oversize masks that moved more like traditional puppet heads. They were very ugly, and more than a little disturbing to behold.
"Adam and Eve" pantomimed on an "Eden" set compiled mostly of cheap, fake trees and potted plants. There was a large black cauldron steaming in the middle of this set, and somehow Adam and Eve got thrown into it. They writhed as they supposedly were cooked alive.
My friends and I left this odd bit of performance art feeling very unnerved. Stepping outside into the night air, we looked into the sky to see some kind of UFO hovering overhead. It was maybe the size of a small ship, shaped like a cylinder that tapered at the top. Blinking lights ran all up and down the sides. It actually looked fairly low-tech.
One of my friends began to describe, in a calm but serious manner, how the aliens were coming to earth to take it over, and the "puppet" play we'd just witnessed had something to do with it.
Scary.
I was in some strange location late at night with a couple of friends. We were in some kind of dilapidated concrete room and there was a bizarre puppet show taking place.
The "puppets" were almost life-size people. There was a male and a female, and they represented Adam and Eve. From the way they moved, it looked as though they were actual people in costumes. The bodies were covered in skintight, flesh-colored fabric (the girl costume even had fake breasts with visible nipples painted on). The heads, however, were oversize masks that moved more like traditional puppet heads. They were very ugly, and more than a little disturbing to behold.
"Adam and Eve" pantomimed on an "Eden" set compiled mostly of cheap, fake trees and potted plants. There was a large black cauldron steaming in the middle of this set, and somehow Adam and Eve got thrown into it. They writhed as they supposedly were cooked alive.
My friends and I left this odd bit of performance art feeling very unnerved. Stepping outside into the night air, we looked into the sky to see some kind of UFO hovering overhead. It was maybe the size of a small ship, shaped like a cylinder that tapered at the top. Blinking lights ran all up and down the sides. It actually looked fairly low-tech.
One of my friends began to describe, in a calm but serious manner, how the aliens were coming to earth to take it over, and the "puppet" play we'd just witnessed had something to do with it.
Scary.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
You Forgot to Pet the Turtle
MORNING OF JUNE 14, 2010
I was walking through an amusement park filled with very unusual characters. I had just re-watched the movie, Mirrormask the night before, which probably explained the visual appearance and style of many of the characters I was seeing in the dream. I wasn't freaked out by their otherworldly appearance, as I assumed it was all costumes and effects put on for show.
Then, suddenly, it was as though this park was supposed to be the new Harry Potter attraction at Universal Studios in Florida. I remember standing beside what was supposed to be the Flight of the Hippogriff coaster.
Then I walked into a large building that seemed to serve as both a rest stop/cafeteria/souvenir shop for the premises. And, for the record, things now looked once more like the original dream park than the Harry Potter one.
I saw a pair of reporters doing a live shoot from this location. The first one introduced himself and where they were broadcasting it from. Then he pitched it to the other guy (who looked a little like Al Roker). The other guy just froze and couldn't think of his line. Finally he just uttered, "I'm on national TV in front of millions..."
I moved on to look at some of the souvenirs. One of them displays featured a large box shape sitting on top of a pedestal. There was a circular opening in the box through which you could see the items for sale inside. This particular box had a series of souvenir pens. Each pen had a little "creature" on top of it which had been made from the gluing together of standard craft items like pom-pom puffs, googly eyes, tufts of hair, etc.
After picking up one of the pens, examining it, and putting it away (the little topper on this one almost looked like a cartoony fruit or vegetable), a man urged me to look once more into the box. "You forgot to pet the turtle," he explained.
Indeed there was a smallish turtle huddled in the inside corner of this display box. It was completely tucked inside its shell, so I just reached in and patted the shell at this gentleman's suggestion. Suddenly, the turtle's had emerged and looked at me.
Now the turtle began to grow and mutate right before my eyes. He came right out of the box, and before all was said and done I was looking at a four foot tall human-turtle hybrid mutant sort of creature. It was VERY disturbing.
But about this time, my friends Richard and Jessica's daughter, Cailey, came running up, wanting her picture made with the turtle-man. We tried to oblige her, but when she was standing to pose with the turtle-man (who didn't talk, but only made grunting noises and gestures), they got into an apparent argument.
My last memory is their falling out. By now, I guess, things were just too weird. Even for my subconscious.
I was walking through an amusement park filled with very unusual characters. I had just re-watched the movie, Mirrormask the night before, which probably explained the visual appearance and style of many of the characters I was seeing in the dream. I wasn't freaked out by their otherworldly appearance, as I assumed it was all costumes and effects put on for show.
Then, suddenly, it was as though this park was supposed to be the new Harry Potter attraction at Universal Studios in Florida. I remember standing beside what was supposed to be the Flight of the Hippogriff coaster.
Then I walked into a large building that seemed to serve as both a rest stop/cafeteria/souvenir shop for the premises. And, for the record, things now looked once more like the original dream park than the Harry Potter one.
I saw a pair of reporters doing a live shoot from this location. The first one introduced himself and where they were broadcasting it from. Then he pitched it to the other guy (who looked a little like Al Roker). The other guy just froze and couldn't think of his line. Finally he just uttered, "I'm on national TV in front of millions..."
I moved on to look at some of the souvenirs. One of them displays featured a large box shape sitting on top of a pedestal. There was a circular opening in the box through which you could see the items for sale inside. This particular box had a series of souvenir pens. Each pen had a little "creature" on top of it which had been made from the gluing together of standard craft items like pom-pom puffs, googly eyes, tufts of hair, etc.
After picking up one of the pens, examining it, and putting it away (the little topper on this one almost looked like a cartoony fruit or vegetable), a man urged me to look once more into the box. "You forgot to pet the turtle," he explained.
Indeed there was a smallish turtle huddled in the inside corner of this display box. It was completely tucked inside its shell, so I just reached in and patted the shell at this gentleman's suggestion. Suddenly, the turtle's had emerged and looked at me.
Now the turtle began to grow and mutate right before my eyes. He came right out of the box, and before all was said and done I was looking at a four foot tall human-turtle hybrid mutant sort of creature. It was VERY disturbing.
But about this time, my friends Richard and Jessica's daughter, Cailey, came running up, wanting her picture made with the turtle-man. We tried to oblige her, but when she was standing to pose with the turtle-man (who didn't talk, but only made grunting noises and gestures), they got into an apparent argument.
My last memory is their falling out. By now, I guess, things were just too weird. Even for my subconscious.
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