Dreams: By Tag: Cellar

Thursday, June 17, 2010: Seeking Shelter

From a wide picture window, they saw the circulation of clouds forming into a tornado. He, his wife, his two children, his friend, and his dog descended three flights of stairs, into the cellar. The cellar was partially submerged in water. Despite the water, the dog was able to swim and keep up. They exited the cellar, moving quickly towards a metal bunker.

Friday, January 25, 2008: Basement apartment, great white cat, man who was a dragon

My wife and I were sleeping in a basement apartment. A friend of our son came knocking at the window, to invite him to play basketball. I said through the window that he was not up yet.

We got out of bed and walked outside. There was a long row of garage doors for parking cars and tenant storage. I spotted a very large white feline. It was trying to get back into a pet carrier that the animal outgrew. A woman came over to the cat and was walking it like a pet. But it was obviously an albino great cat and not a house cat. This made us worry.

We turned around and there was an airplane terminal, letting passengers off.

In a different dream, I found myself in an expansive gray room, filled with strange metal furniture. A man who was a dragon slowly pursued me around the room. Sometimes, I would distract him by drawing his attention to a particularly fine piece of furniture. I cast spells at him and kept my distance until at last, right before he was upon me, he fell and vanished.

Friday, December 28, 2007: Cellar

Stepping through a dark cellar, all clutter and cobwebs.

I did not sleep well at all last night. The room is hot and the bed is not comfortable. And I expect the dog to be near, but he is not.

Saturday, December 15, 2007: Sleep paralysis and seven other dreams

After falling asleep, I dreamed that I was lying in bed. The room was dark. The bedsheets were white. I could feel the dog lying on the bed at my feet, and my wife was lying to my left; I was turned on my side facing her. I could not move! I could not speak! I tried to wake up but I could not wake up. I could feel shapes sliding past me, shadows, nightmare thoughts, slipping past me, trying to emerge: a mouth, lips and teeth, fingertips. With great concentration, I moved my right hand over myself. I could feel it tingling, as if it were waking up. I tried to speak to my wife. Shelby, help me wake up! I repeated this over and over.

Finally, in real life, she woke me up. She said that she heard me while she was sleeping, asking her to help me. After sitting up with the lamp on for a few minutes, I returned to sleep.

I had a dream that I was investigating a cellar with my aunts Florence and Jeanne. It was dark, and made of old poured concrete. There was a door which we entered from the ground level. The cellar was cluttered with objects so covered with dust and cobwebs, I could not distinguish them. There were spiders and other insects crawling about. I kicked a piece of something, and silverfish crawled from under it. One spider was at least three feet across! At the other end of the cellar was a door, and stairs up to another door. Below the first door was a rectangular drop, without stairs, a ten foot cubic hollow with another door! I asked my aunts about it and they said they did not know where the door leads to. I considered how I would climb down to investigate

I had a dream that I was on a tour bus. The bus was full of people of all kinds. A group of children were sitting together. I told them the story of Jesus. When I concluded, one of them asked with astonishment if it was true. I laughed and said, no, it was not true.

I had a dream that my silky terrier was chasing rats around and bringing them back to me in his mouth. I felt worried that he would catch a disease from them. The rats he brought back had big teeth.

I had a dream that I was chewing something, and the teeth on the left side of my mouth crumbled to pieces. After, I inspected them, and they were all still intact.

I had a dream that I was walking up my street. An old high school friend, Brian, pulled over in a convertible and offered me a ride. I got in the car, and began to tell him everything that had happened since I saw him last.

I had a dream that I walked the dog outside, and it was warm. When I went back inside the house, the house felt cold. I mentioned this to my wife, and suggested we open the windows of the house to let in the warm air.

The last dream left me with only vague impressions of being at a party, and meeting a celebrity, but I can remember no details.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007: Tornado

I had a dream that I was walking around inside an apartment on the third floor of a three story building, similar to my childhood home. The walls were covered in cheap wood paneling, and the doors were not sturdy. My mother and father were there, and possibly my siblings, other relatives, and my wife and children. I could see through the window that the sky was cloudy. Somebody said that a tornado was coming. I picked up our dog, and we scrambled for the exit, to get into the cellar before the tornado hit.

Saturday, May 05, 2007: Cellar, Buddha, Flying Things, Weird Wedding, and Car Accident

I descended stairs to a long dark basement. I pulled open two metal drawers, brimming with water. Slowly, what low lighting there was dimmed to darkness. I could only feel my way back upstairs.

My sister told me that my room was to the right. I took a right at the stairs. The stairs forked and spiraled off in all directions. I climbed a high step to the right into a room. The room was small. The walls were painted orange. Against the walls were pieces of lacquered furniture. I could make out a fuzzy reflection of myself in one tall piece. I step out of the room.

Suddenly, everything is dark again. A huge smiling face made of terracotta fills my left field of vision. It speaks, “I am the Buddha.” I reply, “You are not the Buddha. You pretend to be the Buddha.” Suddenly, I have a vision of a crying child made of the same orange clay, pinned to the ground by a single large hand.

In another dream, I am in my driveway, holding a stick, swatting at small red flying creatures. They are a cross between pterodactyls and insects. I hit both of them, and they fall dead.

In another dream, I am at the wedding of my cousin. It is colorful, and juvenile, and we sing children’s songs.

In my final dream, I am driving with an acquaintance in an SUV. She steers poorly, and we end up backing over another car while parking.

Tuesday, April 10, 2007: Spider

My wife and I were in the basement, trying to kill a huge spider. The thorax of the spider was as big as my fist.

Sunday, December 10, 2006: Too Close Shave, Strange Toilet, Dog Bite, Ice Cream

My wife gave me a facial hair trimmer for Christmas. I performed a test shave in the bathroom mirror. The trimmer shaved too close; it shaved off the skin on my chin in two places.

In another dream, I was hanging out with my old friend William, at his radio show, with a couple of well-known but much older rappers. We were discussing Rap Theory, the rise and decline of the music genre.

I had a dream that I was at a party. People were dancing, talking, drinking. I fondled two different women; they didn't seem to mind. During the dream, I found that I was describing the dream to somebody in a second separate dream. In the second separate dream, I was in a group therapy session, led by a husky, middle-aged black man.

In another dream, I was in my basement, examining the toilet in the bathroom. I noticed that there was a blue plastic skirt around the toilet base. I removed the skirt and discovered that there was nothing under it but a deep hole, to a sub-basement, with a blue pool of water. “Somebody is going to fall into that,” I thought to myself.

I had a dream that I was in the ice cream section of a supermarket. The ice cream was gourmet quality, in various delightful flavors and shapes. I selected an orange cream flavored gelato.

In the last dream I can recall, our little silky terrier was having a panic attack. He was lashing out, growling and biting at everything. I got his attention, to protect my wife, and to calm him down. He leaped up and latched onto my thumb with his back teeth. It doesn’t hurt; he doesn't even break the skin. His jaw jutted at an unusual angle. I held him in the air for a while. He seemed to ponder the situation and calmed down, releasing my thumb.

Saturday, December 02, 2006: White Room of Cats, Apartment

I was living in a large house. I explored the basement. I found some strangely shaped heat radiators. After that, I found a golden curtained glass wall. I opened the curtain. Beyond the curtain was a white room. I marvelled that I found a white room here. As I peered into the room, I saw that there was a glass wall on the other side, and a door that opened to a lawn. At least a dozen cats came into the room. I thought to myself, “How am I going to get rid of all of these cats?”

I had a dream that I was in a bookstore with some friends: Bob, William, and William's father.

I had a dream that I was moving very quickly along a road, with a view of grass, trees, streams, and ponds.

Finally, I had a dream that my family was living in a third floor apartment. We found that the second floor apartment was unoccupied, so we explored it. The walls were covered with brown paper. The walls themselves, in some places, were very soft, as if they had nothing beneath them but insulation material. In the kitchen were large heating vents.

We went to a bank to take out a mortgage. The bank agent was a middle-age woman with brown hair and glasses. As we were talking to her, I wondered why we were taking out a mortgage on an apartment.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006: Pulling Teeth

Standing in the kitchen pantry of my house was Malcolm David Kelley of the television series Lost. He asked me to help him pull out all of his teeth, then push them back in. I told him I didn’t think it was a good idea. He insisted. I suggested that he begin by pulling a tooth that would not be noticed and replacing it. He pulled out a pair of pliers. Then I woke up.

Why do I keep dreaming of this kid? I haven’t even watched Lost since last season.

I stretched out on a large bed in the basement of my house.

I didn’t remember this dream until much later.

Sunday, October 08, 2006: Celebrity Secret, Vasectomy

Macaulay Culkin was hiding secret messages in his back teeth. He took a strip of paper from a sliding compartment inside a wooden board. He put the message inside one of his molars. Then he pulled a message out of another molar, and put it inside the board.

My wife and I were in a doctor’s office, discussing, first with a nurse, then with two doctors, the details and cost of a vasectomy. I could not actually bring myself to say the word.

I vaguely recall lying on a twin bed with my wife, in a dark basement. She had gained considerable weight. She mentioned that she was having her period. She was also acting frisky.

I also remember a brief recurring dream where I am going through a sequence of movements to get from point A to point B, but I cannot recall the details.

Saturday, September 23, 2006: Nuclear

I was in a house that I felt was my home, but looked different than my current house. I went down into the basement. It was finished in honey-colored wood and the lighting was pleasant. I was looking for my daughter; apparently, her room was in the basement. But she was not there. I opened a door and discovered a new room. In the room was a dark-haired young woman. She was sitting on a chair or the edge of a bed. I sat down on the floor in front of her. As she spoke, rising around and above her was a brilliant orange mushroom cloud. It was as if I could see it through the house.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005: Tornados

I was walking in a rural area. I crossed a road into a field. Everything was sepia-toned, yellows and browns, dusty, unpleasant. The wind picked up, and soon, there were brown tornados touching down in all directions. I ran back across the street, in search of a basement to take cover.

I also had a dream that I yelled at my son until he cried.

Monday, December 12, 2005: Sinister House

I was was a young boy. A young girl was with me. It was daylight, but everything seemed washed out and dull. We were investigating a strange house. The house was surrounded by a chain-link fence. The ground was dry, dusty, gray-brown dirt. The house was a three-decker sided in gray sandpaper. There was always a feeling that mean dogs were nearby.

We were confronted by a young shirtless boy and a young wavy-haired girl. They seemed threatening, and we dare not turn our backs on them for fear of harm. They had implements on them that could be used as weapons.

When the boy turned his back, I threw a rectangular piece of shiny metal at him. The piece stuck into his back, on the left shoulderblade. I felt terrible about what I had done, but the boy did not seem hurt. He wasn’t even bleeding. The girl pulled the metal from his back and handed it to me. I examined the metal. The metal was dull, except for one corner that was sharpened.

The boy and the girl went into the house. I followed them in, but the girl who was with me did not follow me in.

Suddenly, the hall was completely dark. As I felt my way down the hall, a blanket was thrown over me, and I was pushed down the cellar stairs.

I removed the blanket, and in the dim light of a small television, I could see a bedridden, morbidly-obese, retarded boy. I could also see my father in a chair nearby.

I left the room, trying to find my way out of the house. Upstairs, downstairs, down halls, nothing gave me a sense that I was near ground level.

I found a kitchen. The mother of the boy and the girl was there. She had wavy dull-brown hair, like her daughter. I tried to distract her with conversation, as I tried to find a way out. She agreed with what I was saying, but I didn't know if she was agreeing with me, or pretending to agree to stall me.

There was something religious but sinister about the whole family.

Eventually, I found my way out of the house, and we ran away.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005: White Mansion, Storm, Dancers

I was with my family and friends in a mansion that had a white interior and large windows. As I looked out one window, I saw a storm swirling above a hilltop. A funnel cloud began to form. I warned everybody to go to the basement. But suddenly, the clouds began to disperse, from west to east, as if an invisible force swept them away. I looked out another window shortly after, and I could see a clear night sky. A man and a woman dressed in white were dancing up on the window.

Tuesday, October 05, 2004: Storm, Tree on a Hill

I was in my house. I could see that it was day outside my windows, but that a storm was brewing. I picked up my dog and carried him into the basement, to wait out the storm with the rest of my family and friends.

In the other dream I remember, my gaming group was gathered on a low hill under a tree.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004: Serpent

I was in a dungeon. I wrestled with a serpent, subdued it, and hurled it away.

Friday, September 17, 2004: Snow, Gaming

My family was on the back porch looking at the yard. It was night, and apparently, a blizzard of wet snow had fallen. My wife tried to walk in the back yard, only to sink up to her waist in slushy snow. I thought to myself, “If there is this much wet snow, what does the basement look like!” I went to the hall and open the basement door. The basement was flooded and frozen up to the stairs. My wife asked, “What are we going to do?” I said to her, “Well, this is only a dream.”

In the other dream, I was in the kitchen of my house. My gaming group was gathered around a table. I was showing them the World’s Largest Dungeon book and maps. Some of them suggested using the Palladium Fantasy game system instead of the Dungeons and Dragons game system, which surprised me, because none of them have ever expressed an interest in that game system before. One of the players, Will, stood up, opened the door to the basement, and said, “Uh-oh, Rob, it wasn’t just a dream.” I looked into the basement, and it was flooded with slushy snow.

I don’t recall ever having a dream couplet like this, where the topic of dialog carries over into another.

Friday, September 10, 2004: Waking Dream, Younger Brother, Elderly Sleepers, Bus

I was sleeping next to my wife, but the bedroom looked different. It reminded me of when we had to live in my parents’ basement.

In another dream, I was trying to get downstairs from an upper floor of a large apartment building. I saw my younger brother (which I do not have in real life) studying medicine. I found a chaotic back porch, with mazes of railings, stairs, and piles of junk. After I got past those obstacles, I came upon a dark room filled with old people sleeping on mattresses on the floor. “Does anybody know they’re living like this?” I thought to myself.

In my last dream, my house had a huge garage. I pressed a button and opened the massive garage door. A city bus pulled into the garage. A mechanic began to tune up the bus. My father and brother were with me. I asked the mechanic if the buses are going back into service. He said, “It looks like they are.”

The buses have been on strike for two months. Ugh.

Friday, August 06, 2004: Fence, Carousel, Email

The fence on the side of my house was finished, as it is in real life, only instead of the fence-posts being embedded directly into the ground, they were embedded in concrete road barriers. As I was inspecting it, a rubbish removal truck pulled into my neighbor’s driveway, adjacent to my fence, and pushed the fence up against the house. This made me feel angry.

In my mind and in real life, I do wish to keep a boundary between myself and the neighbor who continues to push against my boundaries.

Next, I had a dream that I was exploring the basement of my house. The basement stairs were different. They were wider and almost completely obstructed by debris. The stairs led to a corridor that was dimly lit by bulbs that hung overhead. The walls were painted yellow. Immediately on the right, at the bottom of the stairs, was a small room, with a sink and toilet. I continued down the corridor and turned left, pushing through thick cobwebs. I came upon a large room full of junk. There were dirty windows on the other side of the room. I could also see a corridor exiting the room opposite the way I entered. In the room was a carousel, with all of the horses removed. One wooden horse stood off to one side. As I stood upon the round platform, it began to spin. I stepped off the platform and thought, “This must somehow connect into the rest of my basement.”

In the last dream I remember, my boss called me and asked me if I had finished any of the work he had sent me to do by email. “No,” I said, “because I am on vacation.”

Actually, I was on vacation. I did receive some emails from my boss, but, since I was on vacation and the emails were not urgent, I put them off until next week.

Tuesday, August 03, 2004: Apartments

I was standing across the street from a pair of three-story apartments, sitting on an open plain. The apartments had flat roofs and were constructed, if you had a bird’s-eye view, to resemble the letter W. The house on the left was yellow; the house on the right was white. By way of color, position, and height, the apartment on the right resembled my childhood home on Dartmouth Street, and the apartment on the left resembled... the apartment to the left of my childhood home. Because the apartments were on an open plain, I felt nervous about approaching tornados, though there wasn't a cloud in sight.

A woman was selling the yellow house. It seems I had already bought the white house. “If I had the money,” I thought, “I would buy both houses.”

As I examined the house, I discovered that the basement ceiling was very low, and I was able to move the floorboards overhead. The upper interior of the house had a wide open space with heavy, movable wrought-iron stairs, platforms, and even stranger structures, one of which I think was a folding cube.

My father, brother, uncles, and my father’s (now deceased) dog were in the house. As Bandit, my father’s dead dog approached me, I felt apprehensive, because I knew that, in real life, the dog was dead.

In another dream I had, I was in a hotel bed. I had a cold. My nose was very runny. I blew my nose frequently and put the tissues on the floor next to the bed. Steve (Jack Davenport) and Susan (Sarah Alexander) from the BBC TV show Coupling were in the bed next to me, arguing.

I had a dream that I was living in a first-floor studio of an apartment complex. A young black man outside my window was complaining about how loud my music was.

I had a dream that I was reading RPG review online, something that I was doing frequently last night.

Finally, in the last dream I remember, I was talking to a small latino boy and his family. He had a black pet that could talk, though I can’t remember if it was a cat or a dog.