Dreams: By Tag: Friend

Tuesday, August 10, 2010: The Doors

He walked with a friend on the sidewalk of Harrington Way. Ascending an incline near a bend in the road, they stopped at a pair of unattached doors placed flat on the ground. The doors were made out of rubber; one was light gray and the other was dark gray.

His friend dismissed them and wanted to move on.

But he picked up the pair of doors and spoke: "We should afford doors great respect. Think of their lives. Think of the knocks they have received. Think how they acquiesce to the comings and goings of others. Think how they have been spoken through; never speaking and having never been spoken to. They see and hear both what is inside and outside."

Tuesday, July 20, 2010: Harrassed by Cat

He walked around a friend's apartment. Other friends were there, too. The friend's cat harassed him and his friends, biting and clawing them.

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.

Monday, May 03, 2010: Conflict

He and his comrades were hiding in a windowless room. In the room was a chest of drawers and a closet. Enemies were approaching. They searched for weapons to use to defend themselves. One found a rifle. One found a shotgun. He found a revolver in pieces. He assembled the revolver and loaded it. The enemies opened the door and both sides began to fire.

In another dream, he and his comrades were in a dungeon, fighting off an attack of fish-men.

In an earlier dream, he was examining an iPad and considering whether or not he would purchase one.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010: Journey

He was seated next to a friend, on nothing more than two seats with wheels, rolling down train tracks across a sunlit grassy and wooded countryside. They were having a conversation. An orange hardcover book, The Theory of Celestial Influence by Rodney Collin, fell from his lap to the ground. He leaped from his seat, grabbed the book, ran and caught up to his seat, and sat down. "I am happy to risk missing the train to save that book," he said. "It is very rare!"

Monday, March 08, 2010: Zombie Apocalypse

He walked up Pilgrim Ave towards his house, with a gun in one hand and a sword in the other hand, fighting off wave after wave of shambling zombies. He escorted a couple up the street, making sure they were armed to continue their journey. Another couple, one a ghost and one alive, passed him on the sidewalk. He arrived at his house, now reinforced with concrete and steel. From time to time, he opened a gunport and fired out at the zombies.

He woke up, went back to sleep, and the dream continued.

He entered a white room. There were weapon in one corner. He passed over the rapiers. He selected a longsword and a dagger. He asked his friend Bob what was his weapon of choice against zombies. Bob replied axes.

He walked into another room, and swung his weapons at the walls.

Tuesday, February 02, 2010: Strange House

He was lying in bed with his wife, trying to sleep. The room appeared unfamiliar to him. He got out of bed and walked into the unfamiliar kitchen. He pulled a chair out and away from the kitchen table and sat down. He thought to himself, Am I dreaming or am I awake? He remembered to look at his hands. He looked at his right hand, and it looked normal. He looked at his left hand, and his fingers faded. I am dreaming, he thought. Family members and friends entered, spoke briefly, and exited: his son and his daughter, his father, his friend Jeremy, his friend Bob. He stood up and walked back into the bedroom and laid down next to his wife.

Sunday, October 04, 2009: Hidden Children

It was night in his childhood home, and he was making preparations to go to sleep. It was very dark and he could hardly see. He directed his friend Bob to his parent's old bedroom. Then he thought he smelled burnt coffee, so he checked the pantry. He did not see the small orange-red power indicator light in the darkness. Bob mentioned that he had turned the coffee off already.

He returned to his own bedroom, where his wife was already sleeping in the twin bed next to his. As he was about to close the door, he saw a pale glow in the kitchen, next to the stove. He could make out the silhouettes of two small children, hiding. He whispered to his wife.

In real life, I did whisper to my wife, sleeping next to me, and she woke me up.

Monday, September 21, 2009: The Pleiades

Michele, Rob, and Doug sat in a small boat, adrift on a night sea. Rob looked up and saw a cluster of stars. “Look, the Pleiades,” he said. In a deep voice, the stars warned Rob that he was in danger.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009: Truck driving, white apartment

He was driving a UPS truck at night on very narrow streets. The brakes did not work. He downshifted and turned and turned, until he made a safe crash into a post.

He was living in an apartment with his friends. Everything was white: white furniture, white drapes, white floors, white walls.

Friday, July 04, 2008: Odin

He was walking down a road in his neighborhood with his wife. The road was covered in slippery ice and snow.

At an intersection, a tall thin man (who looked like an old friend) appears, scarred, left eye missing, ranting, cutting his left arm with a knife. The scar that had destroyed his eye curved and extended along up the left side of his face; it looked old. The knife wounds on on his arms looked vaguely like letters.

The dreamer wanted to ask him how this happened, but could not bring himself to do it. But as if he knew his thoughts, he said, “There was a fight in my house.”

Then he said, “There is something inside of me that has to come out. I don’t know how to make it come out. It is not from this world. It’s in you too!”

A small group of bystanders has begun to gather. A black man with a shaven head tried to talk to him, but to no avail. He asked the dreamer to accompany him.

Then the dreamer experienced a sense of traveling, and passing a deep pool of infinite nothingness.

They arrive at a house. He has three roommates with beautiful, well-ordered, clean rooms. All of them lived in harmony.

Notes on Odin: from odr [fury, excitement, mind, poetry]; associated with wisdom, war, battle, death, magic, poetry, prophecy, victory, hunt, trickery, cunning, deception; a psychopomp; connected to the horse (the heart?) and spear; rode an 8 legged horse; associated with Mercury; hung himself on the World Tree, pierced by his own spear for nine days in order to learn wisdom; significance of number 9; Odin’s spear is Gugnir, which never misses its target; Odin’s ravens Hugin (thought) and Munim (memory); Odin’s wolves Geri (ravenous) and Freki (greedy) which he feeds meat; from his throne, he could see the universe; he gives worthy poets mead of inspiration.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008: Toy box

He crouched in the corner of a room. He opened the toy box of his friend Jeremy, quietly urinated in it, and closed the lid. Jeremy came into the room, chatting loudly, opened the lid of the toy box, and started rummaging through it. He did not notice the urine.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008: No one should brave the Underworld alone

He looked left and he was riding on a blue-green bus; he looked right and he was in a long white room. On the left, his wife sat across from him on the bus. On the right, his wife played a banjo and sang a song. Everybody on the bus or in the room applauded when she finished the song. He thought it was unusual that his wife was playing banjo, as she normally plays guitar.

His old friend William was in the white room; it was an apartment. There was a lot of clutter they were sorting through. Amidst the clutter, they found two tightly bundles stacks of dark gray rectangles. These were some kind of artifact they had created but forgotten, whose purpose they could no longer identify.

An old friend (who took his life many years ago) was playing guitar and singing Jesus is my Friend, which he always played tongue-in-cheek. The space he was in seemed to be like the blue-green bus only more open.

He found himself walking with a companion, underground. He was moving through a series of vaults. These vast rectangular chambers were cut from dark gray stone. He and his companion were exploring, though there was little light to see by. Suddenly, a menacing giant whose body consisted almost entirely of a large head came upon them and began to harass them. His companion said to ignore the giant and move on.

They came upon a chamber with a feature; a large crevasse in the far left corner. A violet light emanated from it. He thought perhaps this could be a way out. But he was hasty, parted with his companion, and leaped before he looked. He found himself falling into a deeper layer of this Underworld. Fortunately, he landed on a rough flat square stone. The stone hovered independent of the crevasse shelves. He rose on the stone into the air. Another man was using his will to lift him up.

You may noticed that this dream is told as a third person narrative. I am experimenting with this method to give myself a different perspective on the material.

A slight alteration has been made to the episode order: the deceased friend playing guitar happened last.

The companion in the underworld, his guidance, and powers resemble the idea of the psychopomp.

Sunday, January 27, 2008: Trip to the country

Matt, his older brother and I drove in a white car to a rural town. After parking the car, we parted ways.

I met a girl. She seemed to know me, or at least, she was interested in me, and friendly. She had long wavy brown hair, dark brown eyes, a light coffee complexion, full lips; her blouse and jeans fit her curvy figure. As we walked, she put her arm around me, hugged me, and kissed me. She brought me to her workplace, a home goods store, and introduced me to her coworkers. I jokingly put a square of plastic turf on my head before we departed; it was her day off.

We walked to a county fair. We looked around, and ate some food. A small swarm of beetles, joined by a long strand of material, flew at me and wrapped itself from my arm. It felt very irritating. She said that they were called bracelet beetles. I carefully peeled these bracelet beetles from my arm and tossed them away.

We drove back in her black sports car to the parking lot where Matt and his brother were waiting. His brother backed the car dangerously close to the edge of a cliff. I swore at him. He got mad. Matt calmed us down. We drove home.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008: Healthy soup

Doug and I were in an Asian restaurant discussing the thin layer of organic life that covers the earth, using a large overturned bowl for illustration.

The hostess informed us that the restaurant was not yet open for business. So we got up to walk out. At the exit, I glanced at a menu. One item that stood out was a spicy medicinal soup that cleared the mind, cleansed the body, and warmed the blood.

I realized, a few steps from the door, that I still had the bowl in my hand, so I walked back to the restaurant and returned it.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008: Comic books

My old friend William pulled two comic books from a shelf and gave them to me to read.

Last night, I was thinking about William, and how I have not seen or heard from him in a long time.

Monday, January 07, 2008: Farewell, Television

As I took a shower and dressed, I heard the voices of Shake, Frylock, Meatwad, Brak, Harvey Birdman, and Space Ghost. I joined a group of friends who broke into spontaneous Saturday Night Live catchphrases, and reminisced about the earliest days of television that I could remember.

I did not sleep well last night. For some reason, I could only enter a light sleep, broken by the smallest discomfort or noise. Certain lapses in time make me think that perhaps I dreamed that I was lying in bed awake.

It has been more than a month and a half since I have watched television. Part of me misses it, but letting it go has increased the frequency of my dreams and my recall. It has also given me much more time to devote to reading and writing.

Saturday, January 05, 2008: Road through the woods, auditorium, book store

Rounding a bend in the road through the woods, I realized I was dreaming, and became lucid. During this moment, I examined a shrub: on the tip of each branch was an eye. A constellation of moths flew by.

Suddenly, I found myself in an auditorium surrounded by people. I was still lucid, so I made myself slowly rise up from my seat and into the air. As I hovered over the heads of the crowd, I radiated some kind of energy that revealed that the crowd was insubstantial.

I shopped in the store of my friend, Roger. A lot of the books were really old. In fact, it seemed like he had no new books at all. As I carried three books to the counter to pay for them, all of the light went out in the store. I could see only by the light of the open front door. I asked Roger why he turned out the lights. He said it was sundown on the Sabbath.

Thursday, December 20, 2007: Planning a trip to a strip club

To our surprise, our wives suggested that we go to a strip club. So Will and Jeremy put together a list of strip clubs names; glyphs representing them hung upon the air for our review. We were standing between doorways into the kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom of a strange house. I thought to myself that I would be the designated driver, since I do not drink much.

My wife and I were discussing a calendar of girls our son has hanging on his wall. Her comment was that she did not find it distasteful. I wondered if she would find it distasteful if I hung a similar calendar on the wall.

The location where we were standing has a reverse correspondence to the actual location where our conversation took place, in our own house, in an intersection of doorways between the kitchen, bathroom, and his bedroom.

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.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007: Mission, Aging Friend, Pavement

In my first dream, I was with a group of agents. We were on a mission. The enemy had discovered us. They sent large guided slow moving bombs after us. They were round, black, with tail-fins, at least ten feet in diameter, and floating slowly through the air.

I climbed a brick building and ducked inside through a door. I ran down wood-paneled halls, escalators, and stairs, past some people. As I approached the exit, I saw a camera. I had a cane in my hand. I tapped the back of the camera with the cane, and something turned off. I met with my fellow agents at the glass doors.

In the second dream I had, I was hanging out with an old friend Bob. We were looking through his comics and gaming books, all wrapped in plastic. He seemed more worn out than I remember.

In the last dream I had, I exited my house. I walked down the driveway. As I reached the end of the driveway, I noticed that a section of my fence was rusted and pushed in, as if a vehicle had struck it. I stepped out of my yard and walked towards the section of fence to inspect it. Then I noticed that there were no houses or trees or anything around my house, as far as my eye could see, only pavement.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007: Chain Vendor, TV Overboard

While Mambo No. 5 boomed through the dark club, I put money into a vending machine that dispensed jewelry. I acquired three gold chains, but there were supposed to be four. One of the chains had a small gold scythe attached to it.

I have been reading Dhalgren by Samuel R Delany. Many of the characters in the book wear chains.

In another dream, my wife and I were being driven on a highway by an old friend of mine (Matt or Gaf). We were passed by a dangerously speeding SUV, filled with shouting uniformed high-school football players, holding a large television in the back. As we drove on, we encountered the same SUV again, this time pulled over to the side of the highway. Apparently, the TV fell off the back of the SUV and smashed in the road.

My wife and I decided to get rid of our TV.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007: Old Records, Catholic Boarding School

I was sitting on a bus with two friends, but I do not recall who they were. We each had a stack of old punk and metal records on our laps. As we flipped through the records, we reminisced aloud, mimicking the riffs and beats and lyrics we remembered.

In another dream, I was a young boy, attending a Catholic boarding school. A nun escorted me up a long winding stair to the dorms. My friend Matt also lived at the school. In his dorm, he showed me a secret drawer, hidden by two bibles, where he kept a hidden stash of girly magazines and other contraband from the nuns.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007: Autumn, Old Friend, Party, Faulty Brakes

I was walking up a street in my neighborhood. In an instant, autumn fell. The leaves on the trees turned orange and yellow; already many leaves had dropped to the ground.

In another dream, I was hanging out at the house of an old friend, Matt. He had his Intellivision game system, still working. He was showing me a new game that somebody had made. I remarked on how they achieved such a stunning 3D effect on such a limited game platform.

In another dream, I found myself at a party in a strange house. It was crowded and noisy. There were lots of ice cream bars in the freezer.

In the last dream I had, I was in the car of my sister. She had parked the car in a parking lot, and had already exited the vehicle. I was climbing out of the back seat, when the vehicle began to roll. I jumped into the driver seat and tried to stop it. I told her that the brakes were very spongy and she should get them looked at.

Sunday, August 05, 2007: Downhill Race

I was outside my house, walking my silky terrier. The sky was overcast, and there were piles of brown leaves on the ground. The fence surrounding my house was rusted and broken; one section was closed off with a propped-up wooden fence. I chased my dog around the back of the house, and the properties of my neighbors had changed. There was a lot of grass, trees, and shrubs; also, an entire apartment had vanished. An old friend of mine, Stewart, was sitting on the grass, petting a cat. In another yard, a young brunette woman in a black dress was speaking to a person I could not see.

I started walking down my street. I found myself moving down the city streets on foot, other times by bus, sometimes with wuxia-style leaps through the air, and once, through a pizza parlor, but always downhill, faster and faster.

As I picked up speed, I also acquired followers. My sister, my mother, my aunts, my grandmother, eventually bystanders. We were speeding towards White City, a shopping center across a bridge. At the height of speed, I grabbed onto the hips of a roller-blading young blonde woman in a white bikini and zoomed off.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007: Beige Apartment, White Stairs

I had a dream that I was walking the halls of an apartment complex. The walls were brick uniformly painted beige. A couple called out to my friend William to join them, and I think he did join them. My remembrance of the dream at this point overlaps. I was living in an apartment here, a long narrow closet; I was no longer living in the apartment, and I was standing outside looking at the door.

In the second dream I had, I was outside, descending a steep white stair under the stars. I was surrounded by sophisticates on platforms along the stair, wearing ball gowns and tuxedos. The descent was so steep that I had to put down my possessions and climb down on my hands and knees. I met an old friend of mine, Garland, at the bottom of the stair.

Monday, July 16, 2007: Mom, Giant, Ross, Invasion

In a reversal of real life, I dreamed that my father had passed away, and my mom was elderly and needed home care. My sister and I discussed the matter, and I decided that I would take her into my home. I lived in an apartment that I apparently visited infrequently. My brother was there and asked, “What about me?” My response was that he should care of himself now.

I dreamed that I was standing on the north side of the long stretch of Hamilton Street. A Tolkien-esque invasion of orcs and other monsters approached from the south. We prepared for battle.

I dreamed that I was at a conference with Dr Ross Geller from the TV show Friends. He was coaching us on what to say. I asked him if I could call him King Nerd. He said sure.

In the last dream I had, I was in a stadium with my father. He was seated. I was fighting off a giant, who kept tearing up chairs and rocks and throwing them at me.

Thursday, July 12, 2007: Golden Beer, Golden Mall

I was seated at a bar with an old friend, William. We were having a beer. I never drink beer. I examined the mug. The beer was golden in color.

In another dream, I was walking with my family to a mall downtown. The mall was spacious; the color scheme was gold. I rode several escalators, and at the top of each escalator was a security guard.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007: Fragments

I can only recall fragments of dreams... a strange house with narrow stairs... living with my father, sister, brother, and my dog... somebody says, “You take the blue room.”... a red door... my brother and a friend are welding metal... climbing rocks near the ocean... neighbors doing drugs...

Tuesday, May 08, 2007: Mansion, Good Driver

My wife and I were driving with Ray and Johnny, two old friends. It was night, and there was a hurricane-like storm approaching. Ray was an excellent driver, which he demonstrated by driving backwards at high speed in a movie theater parking lot.

In another dream, my wife and I had a guest arrive at night. We were living in a mansion. We showed him to a guest room, a suite with many windows, blue walls, and a peaked roof. I asked my wife why he had the better room. Then we remembered that the room grew cold in winter.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007: Building a Boiler

I found myself in a large dimly lit room. The building appeared to be constructed from cinder-blocks and concrete. In the corner of the room, I built a contraption that vented steam, leaked water, smoked, and erupted in flame; I think it was supposed to be a boiler heater.

Enter a fellow guild member from World of Warcraft, one I was certain would be extremely critical of my failed machine.

Thursday, March 15, 2007: Scolding

My wife and I were living in my childhood home, a 3rd floor apartment. An old friend Stewart was there, and another person I cannot recall. We got into an argument, but I quickly became speechless. At some point, Stewart called me a hypocrite. Shelby spoke up for me, saying exactly what I was going to say. We escorted Stewart and the other person to the back porch, where they departed down the mint green stairway.

Sunday, March 11, 2007: A Gift from a Coworker

A friend from work, Charlene, gave my wife and I tickets to U2 for our birthdays.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007: Volcano Restaurant, Nude Yard Sale

I walked down by the renovated Heywood Building at night. A new restaurant had opened up. Wavy neon lights in red and orange ascended the brick face of the restaurant, culminating in what appeared to be a volcano. There was a takeout window and a main entrance, both with loud bustling queues. I saw a menu taped to a door. They appeared to serve Indian food: kebabs, curries, and I saw a man eating a piece of naan. I noticed that they were only open until 10 PM, and thought that they closed far too early.

In another dream, I was walking up the street from my house, carrying a wooden tabletop. I was bringing it to the house of my friend, Stewart, who was holding a garage sale. As I approached the house, the sky grew dark, lightning flashed, and heavy rain began to fall. I saw Stewart; he was naked, preparing tables for the garage sale. I told him to put some clothes on; there is a dangerous storm approaching.

Saturday, January 20, 2007: Black Books, Foreperson, Mantra, Mirror

While browsing a comic book store, I came across three books with black covers. They were a set of graphic novels, written and illustrated by Eric Willand. [Eric was an acquaintance I made back in high school. I had admired his artwork.] I purchased the three black books.

Later, I dreamed about an female Asian foreman. She was shouting at two truck drivers, “Stop, you’re mixing them!”

I dreamed of a mantra, “Money, energy, matter, and time.”

I dreamed that I was purposefully gazing into a mirror, because I was thinking to myself about the nature of mirrors in dreams. When I looked into the mirror, I could only see a small portion of my face, whichever I was focused on.

Saturday, December 16, 2006: Hole in the Floor, Shot in the Sac

I stood looking down into a hole in the floor, about three feet across. Down the hole was a brightly lit white room. Several people were below, including my daughter. They needed to get up to my floor, but there were no stairs. They took a ladder and propped it under the hole. But the ladder fell short of the hole. While others held the ladder steady, my daughter climbed up and stood on the top rung. She jumped up toward the hole while I reached down to catch her.

In another dream, I was talking on a phone with some friends: Matt, William, Joe. We were making plans to get together. I had a busy schedule, but I decided to clear it and make time for my friends.

In the last dream I remember, I was in front of my house at night, examining a revolver and firing it at practice targets. I examined each bullet as I reloaded. An elderly chinese couple came out of their house to watch and converse. Apparently, they were gun owners, too. As the wife was cleaning her gun, she accidentally shot me in the groin. I said to my wife, “I think I need to go to a hospital.”

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.

Sunday, December 03, 2006: Gathering, Sabotage, Flying, Restaurant

There was a gathering taking place. My friends were there; ex-church members were there, too. We were going to verbally dismantle the church. We rehearsed, but I cannot recall what we rehearsed.

Afterwards, I spoke with Will about our writing and gaming. We were pleased with our progress. We flipped through a book of pencil sketches of Lovecraftian subjects.

I drove a car into a parking lot late at night. I discovered that the other car tires had been flattened. No doubt it was church saboteurs. But my early discovery of this plot could be easily undone in time for our coup with the church.

Morning came, the sun lighting green leafy trees along a street. I saw a young black girl playing. As I walked down the street, I leaped into the air, and floated down. I repeated this several times, until I was able to stay aloft by flapping my arms. The young girl was amazed.

My wife and I got into a blue Dodge Charger. I needed to go to the bathroom, but I said that I could go at the restaurant. We drove to the restaurant. There were two restaurants, actually, both with crowded al fresco dining areas. One restaurant was called The Ghost in the something something. I cannot remember what the something was, but we guessed it was an Irish pub. We walked over to the other restaurant. I was barefoot, despite the cold. I thought that I should go back to the car to put on shoes, but I did not go back. Katherine Helmond was our waitress. We exclaimed, “Mona!” She seated us in a far corner, near the restrooms.

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.

Monday, November 27, 2006: Egg Chamber, Old Friends

I found myself walking the interior of a gray stone building. All was calm and quiet. It seemed to be a museum, with objects displayed on stone slabs some distance from me. I entered a wider space within the building. I paused and looked up at the high domed ceiling of a vast egg-shaped chamber.

In another dream, my wife and I met with old friends, Ray and Kelli. It had been so long since I have seen them, I felt like I was speaking to ghosts. I do not remember what we spoke about, but I felt pangs of nostalgia and melancholy.

Friday, November 24, 2006: Superhero, Hospital, College

I was a superhero, standing in a line with other superheroes, waiting to be allowed to enter a city of superheroes. I wore a costume, but I did not have a mask. I searched for a suitable mask, but I only found mexican wrestler masks. As I entered the city, a costumed woman handed me a list of rules to follow. The city was futuristic in appearance, with escalators and moving walkways, glass, steel, concrete, and bright lights. It was teeming with caped and costumed superheroes. I explained to a friend that this place was like the Justice League.

In another dream, I was in a hospital. I was slowly pacing a room with a doctor. The room was clean, with light blue tile and curtains. The doctor looked like M Night Shyamalan. He described the procedure to me in a calm voice. He also spoke to a woman who would be assisting him, listing the surgical instruments that he would require. The procedure involved operating on my chest. The nurse asked if my chest would need to be shaved.

In my last dream, I returned to college. In a classroom and in the halls, I saw my brother and many highscool friends. I walked into a cooking class; the teacher was Emeril Lagasse. As I walked around the class, speaking with Emeril, I stretched a piece of dough into a pizza. I apologized to Emeril for missing his class, explained that I was sick, and asked if there was any makeup work or tests. He said not to worry about it. I searched the classroom for a pizza stone, but I could not find one. All I could find was more dough, in various shapes and stages.

Monday, November 06, 2006: White Dragon, White Prison

A serpent-like white dragon swooped down from the upper chamber of a massive cavern and devoured me and my companions.

This came as a surprise to our raiding party, and there was much chatter in the VOIP channel regarding the strategy we should apply our next attempt.

The dream repeated, and we found ourselves alive and undevoured. This time, we approached the lair with caution. The white dragon was no longer a dragon, but a large white truck with a roaring engine. The truck swung from the ceiling on heavy cables.

Last night was one of those rare nights I listen to raid chat on Teamspeak while I play World of Warcraft.

I dreamed that I was in a minimum security prison. In fact, I could come and go as I pleased, as long as I was discreet about it.

I recall many stairs, halls, and rooms, uniform in color: beige, I think.

My bedroom was large. The walls, ceiling, and trim were painted white. There were two steam radiators, both leaking; there were dark water stains in the wooden floor. I locked myself in my room and went to bed.

The dream repeated, and I found myself fetching something from the closet, before I joined my friends. Next to the closet was a drafty window. The lights in the room did not appear to work, and I could not find what I was looking for.

Saturday, November 04, 2006: Game Room Preparations

My gaming friends were gathered in my house. My house appeared to be a mix of all of the apartments and houses I have lived in before. The windows in the large dining room needed repair. I pried nails out of the window frames that did not belong. There was a cold breeze blowing in through one window.

Will and I were discussing the short story I was writing. He said he could not determine the time period of the story. I said that detail was intentionally vague. I asked him if he knew where the story was set. He said he thought it was somewhere in the Middle East. I told him that was correct, and that is what I intended also.

We went to Musicquest, a music/comic/gaming store in our neighborhood. We flipped through RPG books.

We walked down Dartmouth Street, and came across a couple with three dogs: a large dog, a medium dog, and a small dog. The large dog appeared threatening and dangerous. The small dog appeared to be injured, as if somebody had stepped on it. We left the dogs quickly; it seemed like a bad situation.

Back at the apartment, I found two Stimpy keychains and two Stimpy plush toys near some stairs. An old church friend, Mike, appeared.

Separate from these dreams, I had a sex dream. My partner and I were trying to find a place to hide in a house full of people, so we hid in a pantry. Still, we found we couldn’t be alone for long.

Also separate from these dreams, I saw six elderly men sitting in chairs, waiting to dine in a restaurant. “Frickin’ fish,” one of them said. Another chided him, “Don’t say frickin’ fish.”

My dream frequency and recall is much better on the weekend, when I get to sleep longer.

Will and I both write and have discussed our writing in real life. The short story we were discussing is a story I am actually writing now.

There is a strong association with Mike and Stimpy; we were both big fans of The Ren & Stimpy Show.

My gaming group hasn’t gathered in a long time, and I do miss them. As I miss all of the places I have lived before.

Friday, November 03, 2006: Blood Money, Cardboard Houses

I was visiting Stewart, an old friend. He was wearing a red shirt and jeans. He lived in a house made out of flimsy gray cardboard. The dream began to cycle rapidly, with repetition of me walking around, over, and through the cardboard house, crushing and crumpling it underfoot. When the cycling stopped, Stewart came on to me. I told him I was not gay.

In another dream, I was walking down a wide gray hallway. I saw Dave, another old friend. Somebody threw a sharpened penny at Dave, and it struck his ankle. His ankle began to bleed profusely. I scolded the person who through the penny.

I met both Stewart and Dave at an extremely dogmatic church.

Thursday, October 19, 2006: Bedside Visitations

While napping in an out-of-the-way room, I felt a presence enter. I opened my eyes. An old friend, Josh, entered the room and sat down at a computer. I sat up and said, “Hello.” He said, “Hello.” He apologized for waking me, and said that he was just going to be a moment; he was checking his email. The room got brighter, and another old friend, Bob, suddenly appeared. “You old hippie,” I joked. He laughed and hugged me.

These visitors departed, and I continued to nap. My wife wandered into the room with a basket of laundry. I showed her the book I had cut and taped together into two strips, joined, and twisted, to form a Möbius loop.

I napped more. My son came into the room and left.

Still I napped more. My daughter came into the room. She sat at the foot of the bed and asked what I was reading. I opened the book, and began to read from it.

As I read, my own voice became the voice of a narrator, and I was in the story, guiding a white sports car along snowy hills, simultaneously a passenger inside the car, driving, and outside the car, holding in my hand a small replica of the car. The car skidded off the road, crashed, and drove on.

I have been reading Mark Z Danielewski's Only Revolutions. This is the source of the Möbius loop and the driving narrative.

In the dream, I felt as if I was more than napping; I was convalescing. I felt at peace, but I was resting because of illness or age.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006: Apology

I was sitting in a dimly lit room. Seated with me was a male figure, I think a friend of mine, and another figure whose gender I cannot recall. We were sitting on the edges of a square area of sunken wooden floor. I apologized to the male figure, it seemed, as a demonstration of amicability to the other figure.

Sometimes, I wake with only a fleeting recollection of what I have dreamed while I slept. Several factors influence my dream recall: quantity and quality of sleep, gradual or sudden awakening, bright lights or distracting noises. Lying in bed a few extra minutes, when I have the luxury, benefits my recall, while immediately getting up to walk the dog in morning sunlight will cause me forget.

This amnesia distresses me, and in my distress, I search my thoughts for the memories that are lost somewhere in my head. These forced searches do not usually work. When I have relaxed, and I am no longer thinking about my forgetfulness, and my thoughts are wandering, I sometimes stumble across a thread that leads me back to my dream.

When I woke this morning, I could not remember my dream. Gradually, I recaptured small details, but most of the dream is still lost somewhere in my head.

Monday, October 09, 2006: Sodding Seinfeld

Cosmo Kramer and George Costanza, from the TV show Seinfeld, were having tea with a British friend. This friend has a weak spot for pastries, and cursing his weakness, exclaimed, “Sodding cakes!” A bell rung in Kramer’s head; he had an idea.

In the next scene, George was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and Kramer dumped a wheelbarrow full of dirt over Costanza’s head through a kitchen window.

Apparently, Kramer had confused the intended British slang meaning of the word sodding, for the word sod, or a clump of dirt, thus prompting him to consider geophagy.

Saturday, October 07, 2006: Hospital Escape, Musical, Snail and Moth

A friend of mine, William, was having an artistic crisis. We were hanging out at his apartment. I was talking to him about the dream blog I was putting together. He interrupted me, but I did not understand what he said, as if there were a loud mental noise in the room. He seemed extremely agitaged. I asked him to repeat what he said, but I couldn’t understand him again. He gestured towards what I thought was a dresser with a cardboard box under it, but I still could not understand him.

Suddenly we were surrounded by doctors and nurses. They explained that there was a procedure that could be done to alleviate his condition. We were escorted into an operating room. As a nurse prepped a needle, I realized that they were going to operate on me! I knocked the needle out of the nurse’s hand and ran. The hospital staff chased me, but I eluded them, and escaped through an exit. But I was still on hospital property, surrounded by a high fence. I looked around. I could hear a police officer’s stream of conciousness as he stalked me, but I crawled on the ground near some bushes, climbed the fence, and was out.

Now I found myself falling. But I had transformed into a spiky pink haired anime character, so falling wasn’t a big deal. I landed on the roof of a semi, and jumped down to ground level.

Artistic crisis averted, I saw a club with a scrolling LED sign. A Misfits cover band was performing there soon, but they needed a lead singer. I found myself singing Die, Die, my Darling, and singing it rather well.

As I walked down the street singing, I came across some teenagers hanging out in front of my elementary school. I stopped singing, and they began to sing their own songs, about smoking and drinking and doing drugs.

As they sang, I noticed a tiny moth riding on the back of a tiny snail.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006: Burlington, Vermont

My wife and I were visiting Burlington, Vermont. We were walking down Main Street. It was winter. Near a brick school, two snow clouds swirled, one larger than the other.

Later, I was showing my writing to my old friends, Stewart and Matt. Stewart criticized one particular poem, and Matt pointed out that I wrote it when my mother died.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006: Shadow Man, Self-Defense

My wife and I went out for a walk at night. Before we left, she turned on some kind of sound device that produced minimalist, wood-block tapping noises at random intervals. When we came home, we saw the silhouette of a man on our property. I tried to approach the man, when suddenly I was overcome with a feeling of dread, and I fell down a long grassy slope. I could not move. As the man approached, I called out to my wife to help me. I woke, with my wife shaking my arm, telling me to wake up. She told me I was making sounds in my sleep, and she heard me say, “Help me.”

In the other dream I recall, an old friend of mine was teaching a lesson on self defense. He gave me a green marker, and told me to fill out the questionnaire on his t-shirt. As I tried to fill in the blanks, he wrestled me and pinned me so that I could not reach his shirt. He said that until I could finish the questions, he would not release me. I surprised him by scribbling on his face, which I could reach. Caught off guard briefly, he loosened his grip, and I finished the questions in that moment.

Thursday, December 22, 2005: Shaving, Shopping

I was shaving. I had a thick beard. After shaving for a while, I looked in the mirror, to see that I had cut my face badly, all along my jawline. Blood was pulsing from the cuts.

I was hanging out with old friends, William and Matt. We were trying to make plans to go see a movie or something.

I was in a shopping mall. When I tried to enter a store, the clerk was adamantly opposed to my entering the store with my backpack.

Monday, October 17, 2005: End of the World

I was walking along a sidewalk. I was driven by an inner voice, or a memory of an inner voice, a prophetess in my head. The voice told me to go to a certain place.

As I traveled, the voice told me that as a sign, I would come across a great rift. As I walked along the sidewalk, I saw that ahead of me was a deep chasm. On the bridge that crossed the chasm was a girl who was struggling to walk a german shepherd. She didn’t appear friendly to me, so I quickly moved on.

I came upon a house. A woman was selling Halloween ornaments that her gifted daughter had made. I examined them; they were excellent sculptures of white ghosts. As I was offering to buy them, I realized, by the voice, that the world was coming to an end.

I told the woman about this; she asked how I knew, and I told her it was a gift. She revealed that her daughter was similarly gifted, and that as for herself, she was both a scientist and a witch. She said that a meteor was approaching, a planet killer.

We watched from a window overlooking the city as the sun was blotted out and the sky grew black. The stars were radiant, and an ominous shadow tumbled against them.

Together, we tried a ritual of science and magic to turn the meteor away from us. She wore a colorful costume and danced in a circle of lights. I focused my attention upon a screen, with pinpoints of lights upon it. The lights clustered and dispersed as I concentrated upon them.

But the ritual failed. We knew intuitively that her daughter opposed us and caused the ritual to fail.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005: My Dog, War

I was in a strange house. It had a long porch running around the entire house, and it was painted gray. My sister-in-law was there, telling me that she saw Pippin, and to come quickly. I asked if he was hurt. She said she didn't know; he just kept licking his butt. When I got to Pippin, he wasn't hurt; he was just doing what dogs do naturally. I asked him if he needed to go out, and he perked up. He was fine.

Then I was standing in an intersection atop a hill. Down the hill, I could see brown mushroom clouds. I wondered if it was nuclear war. I learned that they were conventional bombs, when I saw strange ships dropping more bombs, whose explosions mushroomed into dirty clouds of debris. The explosions got closer and closer.

I saw a friend of mine, Molly. She was worried about the explosions. I was, too. I noticed that if the bombs did not detonate on impact, they would bounce back into the air, skipping around until they did explode. At least once, we narrowly avoided an explosion because one bounced over us instead of blowing up on impact.

Behind the bombers were these squat cylidrical rotating ground machines that were hunting down survivors. It look like a large gray metal cog, lying flat, and spinning very rapidly.

I asked Molly if she thought we would be safer if we split up? She said she didn't want to be alone. So we began searching for shelter frantically. We came across a building that had the appearance of both a church and a dark pink three decker. Night was approaching. We moved around back, climbed the stairs. There were no open doors, but at least we were on an mostly enclosed porch.

Suddenly, one of the machines extended eyestalks up to the porch window. We hid behind some long window blinds that were nearby. I told Molly not to move. The eyes watched us for sometime, until we fell asleep.

We awoke to a police officer and two elderly tennants asking us what we were doing here? We said that we were hiding from the machines. They said that they should turn us over to the machines, so we quickly departed.

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.

Friday, November 19, 2004: Snubbed, Tornado

I ran into an old high-school friend, Matt, whom I have not seen in years. I was really hoping to spend time catching up with him, but he acted as if he did not wish to have anything to do with me.

In another dream, I was standing on a hilltop, watching a village down in the valley. A tornado appeared in the sky. It bent down slowly and carefully as it was touching down, as if it were swallowing up the village. For a moment, it turned in my direction, as if it sensed me.

Wednesday, November 17, 2004: Dogs, Church

Through light snow, I was walking up and down my street with two dogs: Pippin, my silky terrier, and Poppy, my terrier-poodle mix, who passed away. I saw a rottweiler, so I picked both of them up and ran back to my house.

In the second dream I had, my wife made me go to church. She was not going herself; I was there to meet her friend Dana, who was coming back to our house after church. I felt uncomfortable being there, sitting in a pew and standing up to sing.

Saturday, November 13, 2004: High Road, Dungeon

I was walking down the sidewalk along Hamilton Street. My gaming group was with me. We wanted to cross the street, but as we turned to do so, the street appeared to be far below the sidewalk. There was a wooden bridge spanning the two grassy hillsides. As they tried to cross the bridge, it changed to resemble a bare scaffolding, with hardly a plank to cross upon. Some of the gaming group tried to cross the narrow spans like high-wire circus performers. Other hung onto the spans, saying that they could probably just jump down without getting hurt. I exclaimed, “Are you crazy? You'll die if you jump from that height! And if the fall doesn't kill you, the traffic will.” When it came time for me to cross the street, I continued walking down the sidewalk, until the hill descended to street level, and I crossed.

After crossing the street, I brought my gaming group to a dungeon that I built out of a large warehouse. The place looked like it was made from wood, metal, and stone, but most of it was fake; paint and papier-mâché. There was a pit full of doors and windows that had been removed. We passed through a pair of swinging double-doors. In the large room before us was a low wall. We could hear voices coming from beyond the low wall. Two kids dressed like goblins were vandalizing the dungeon. I picked up a shield and hefted a large metal hammer into my right hand. My wife approached them to speak with them, wondering what language they spoke. They tried to attack her, so I interposed myself between the attackers and my wife. I swung my heavy hammer at them. One of the goblins slashed at my neck with a long jagged knife. It must have been a surface wound, because I survived.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004: Accident, Decay, Rooftop

Sitting in the backseat of a co-worker's car, in a parking lot at night. There was snow on the ground. As we were pulling out of the parking lot, we accidentally ran over the leg of a woman who fell near the car. Everything was moving slowly.

In another dream, I was in my house. I went into the bathroom. When I flushed the toilet, the toilet sunk through the wooden floor, which seemed waterlogged, spongey, and decayed. The water draining through the holes in the floor reminded me of seawater sinking into bubbling holes in beach sand.

In my last dream, I was walking with a friend in a strange neighborhood during the day. Colorful houses sat atop green hills. I climbed onto one of the rooftops of a house and discovered that I could not get down.

Monday, November 08, 2004: Novelty

I was with my gaming group in a novelty shop. I saw a pair of x-ray glasses on a shelf. I tried them on. They worked! I looked at my wife through the glasses and she appeared to be naked. I took off the glasses and put them back on the shelf. One of the guys in the gaming group picked up the glasses to try them on, but I stopped him.

Friday, November 05, 2004: Ghost, Zombies, Ice, Water

I was a ghost, in my old apartment. My family and friends were gathered there; I remember Matt, Josh, Will, Mandy, and Amber specifically. Nobody could see me. I played pranks on them. I stole a yellow baseball hat from Josh or Matt and hiding it from him. After a while, they started catching on. I thought, “If they find any of my possessions, they will be able to harm me.” So I gathered up my belongings in my arms and ran downstairs to hide. A large white shelf blocked the stairs, but I vaulted over it. As I was almost outside, I saw Will. He said, “Hi.” I exclaimed, “You can see me!” He responded, “Yes, we could see you all along. We were just pretending we couldn't.”

In another dream, I was floating away on an iceberg as it melted into the ocean. Fortunately, the iceberg reached the walls of a castle. I climbed onto the wall to discover that zombies and other undead monsters were invading the castle. I remember speaking to an evil entity, who sought to put a curse on me.

In the final dream, my wife and I were walking along a seaside path. Suddenly, the water grew rough and rose up. We climbed the cliff next to the sea. Climbing was difficult because the cliff was made out of sand. My wife climbed to the grassy top before I could reach it. Finally, I pulled myself up.

Wednesday, October 06, 2004: Gaming Group, Waking Dream

I was at home at night with my gaming group. We stepped off the back porch for a break, and to walk my dog. The cement steps were under repair, so I had to carefully step off of them, since there was no railing. The house was unfamiliar to me. There was a green dumpster tipped on its side, and a television was inside the dumpster. I was opening a bottle of soda. As I twisted the cap, the rush of carbonated air between my fingers made a weird whistling or droning sound. I tried to demonstrate it to my gaming group, but the TV was on, and its volume was loud. The cartoon “Ed, Edd n Eddy” was playing. I asked Josh if he could turn the TV off. He tried to, but it kept turning back on. I tried to shut it off, but the same thing happened. Finally, I figured out that Jeremy had a remote control, and was keeping the TV turned on. But the carbonation had run out of the soda. “Great job,” I said, frustrated, “That’s what everybody wanted to see.”

I am often annoyed at the distracting conversations and activities that take place instead of gaming, while we are gaming.

I had a waking dream. I wake up in bed, facing a window. The window is open, and it is day. Outside the window, I see a swing suspended from a tree branch. The swing is swinging by itself. I notice a branch from an arbor vitae is caught in the swing. The momentum of the swing grows, and as the swing goes higher, the branch of arbor vitae grows. It takes on a man-shape. Finally, I realize that I am dreaming. I try to wake up, but I can’t. I whisper to my wife to help me to wake up. But only my dream-wife hears me. She shakes me a little, and I wake up.

I don't know why an arbor vitae on a swing would be so scary to me, but it was.

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.

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.

Thursday, September 09, 2004: Snow

I was shovelling snow from the roof of a concrete building that was built into the side of a hill. Somehow, I was working slow magic, creating a literal snowball effect. Eric, one of the members of my gaming group, appeared in the dream.

Before I had gone to sleep, I made a concerted effort to dream about my gaming group.

On a side note, I’ve been paying attention to the half-dreams that float by as I drift off to sleep. In one, I remember a voice saying, “Ten years.” In another, I see a man’s head that has been cut in half; brains and fluids are spilling out of it.

Monday, August 16, 2004: Mall, Old Friend and Poetry

I was in a large department store or shopping mall. The roof leaked. In the mall, I saw some security guards. And I saw two girls from Rich Girls. Or they could have been Edina and Patsy from Absolutely Fabulous?

I had a very positive dream about my old friend Will. He was living in a large apartment. Everything was painted white. His father was living there again, as were several other room-mates. Will was going to submit my poetry to a web site called Lovegods.com, or Lovegods.org, or something like that.

I checked the web sites and they don't exist, beyond some kind of dating serving links.

Saturday, August 07, 2004: Church Corruption, High School Reunion, Home

Several people I used to go to church were gathered in a large white room with a curving, sloping floor, much like the floors of modern movie theatres. While I was there, I saw two old friends of mine, Ray and Ginger. Ray was playing with a circular saw blade. He tossed it at Ginger, playfully, lightly even, but the blade stuck into her head like a shuriken. Both of them were very surprised and panicking at the dilemma.

In another dream, I was in a church leader’s house. It was luxurious inside, a mansion. Everything was white and pristine. There was a fireplace burning and the air conditioner was running, which I thought was a little extravagant and wasteful.

In another part of the dream, there was pornography and sexual acts being performed in plain sight. In one place, it was in the dimly lit theatre. In another place, it was in the leader’s mansion. There was a strange, demonic presence inciting the people to these acts.

In a different dream, I was at a high school class reunion. I was happy to see so many old friends. I was wearing new clothes. I had a roll of money in my left hand, at least fifty $20 bills. Somebody said, “Wow, that's a lot of money.” I tried to stuff the money into my pocket, but it bulged revealingly.

Ok, let's not get all Freudian here.

Finally, I had a dream that my home was complete. Arbor vitaes lined the perimeter. The fence had hedge privacy slats. The driveway was red brick. The red cottage-style roof was finished. Inside, the house was furnished with all of the pieces we imagined, including a red leather loveseat and the Alien metal coffee table.

Saturday, July 31, 2004: Vehicles, Haunted House, Fiestaware

I was outside, during the day, looking at dusty, old automobiles. Only one of them could start, but the other couldn’t start.

In another dream, I was outside at night with friends. An attack was mounting. I jumped into a jeep, but the jeep was under remote control. The doors and windows closed and locked, and the jeep began to drive away with me. My friends shouted to get out. I unlocked the door and jumped out.

In the next dream, I was at a carnival. I got on a haunted house ride. The walls were painted black, and the monsters were day-glo colors. I seem to remember a tall man with a drill.

In the final dream, my wife and I were in a store looking at Fiestaware, in all its different colors.

Tuesday, July 27, 2004: “Fall-aways”

I had a dream of an old friend, Ray. We used to go to the same church. He said that he was doing better. I remember there were other “fall-aways” around us.

“Fall-aways” is the term my former church used for ex-members, similar to backsliders or apostates, except that it included members who left that church to attend a different church. Yes, they were that dogmatic.

Sunday, July 25, 2004: Minotaur, Hunters, Insects, Office, President

I had a dream that I killed a minotaur.

I had a dream that I was with some hunters. As they were shooting at an animal, they accidentally shot one of their horses. They didn’t kill it with the first shot, so they shot it again through the head.

I had a dream that I was trying to kill insects.

I had a dream that I was in my boss’s satellite office across from Billings Square Library. Or at least that’s where it was in my dream; my boss doesn’t have a satellite office. While I was in the house, I realized that this place could have the white room that I dream about so much. I found out that my boss hired an old friend of mine, Bob.

In my final dream, I had a dream that I was walking with a president. It was either Bill Clinton, George W Bush, Al Gore, or John Kerry. Maybe he was all four of them.