Dreams: By Tag: Circle/Ring

Sunday, May 23, 2010: Summoner

After stepping through the doorway, he hovered in place, within a glowing lavender expanse. He drew from himself an artifact, a round stone wider than his outstretched arms. The round stone had interlocking parts, like gears, like a puzzle.

Though he drew forth the stone from himself, the stone contested his will. By force, he overcame this opposition, and the stone opened. A glowing green-yellow light shone from within the stone, like an arcane forge. He gestured towards to opening, and from it came a black cat. The black cat leaped onto his hand, then to his shoulder.

He closed the opening in the stone, drew the stone back into himself, and stepped back into the mundane world. The cat was for somebody else.

Thursday, March 19, 2009: Space Debris

He walked alone at night on a beach along a small body of water. Suddenly, a fiery space capsule fell from the sky. It crashed next to a beach house. He walked over to the crash site. He sifted through the debris. He found a blue metal object, round at one end, square at the other end. He was no longer alone: a crowd of people were approaching. He walked away from the crowd, away from the crash site, taking the object with him.

Monday, January 21, 2008: Driving circles around Vermont, bagel shop

I was driving in a counterclockwise circle around the outskirts of a city in Vermont. To my right were snowy mountains. To my left were buildings. One building was topped with a giant inflatable crab.

I walked into a bagel shop. There were bakers and servers behind the counter. I spied through a doorway on the right metal racks of bagels. I walked over to a rack of bagels on the left. I looked over the fresh bagels. I saw a salt bagel. I reached for it with my right hand. I noticed my right hand. I thought to myself, I am asleep. I tried to feel the right hand of my waking self, and I moved my fingers in my sleep. Then I woke up.

Friday, October 12, 2007: Class Room Anxiety

I sat in a chair at the front-middle desk of a cramped and dim classroom. I wore a dull green winter coat, a gray wool hat, a dark blue scarf, black gloves, and black boots. I arranged a heavy load of books and a backpack on my desk and under my chair. I thought that I must stand out; not only was I encumbered more than my fellow students, but I was also the only adult in a classroom of teenagers. The teacher spoke up; she reminded me of my high school French teacher, a large, pale, light-haired old woman. She told us to begin our assignments.

I shuffled through a stack of mimeographed papers. Upon examination, the assignment seemed to be a comic strip about aliens, written in their language. But there were no blanks to fill. The teacher, to clarify, held up a copy of the assignment; it was a different one that I was looking at. I shuffled through my papers again and found the correct assignment, which had a lot of blank space for writing, and appeared to be a geometry assignment, with diagrams of circles and triangles. But as I was writing my name at the top of the page, the teacher said to hand them in.

As I handed her my incomplete assignment, she said that my mother had called to ask if she needed to pick me up at 6:45. I thought for a moment and said yes, though in the back of my mind, I wondered how she was going to pick me up, because she was dead.

Monday, July 02, 2007: Capsized, Spinning, False Awakening

I stood on the covered deck of a wooden watercraft, cubic in shape, ten paces to each side. I leaned overboard, reaching towards the dark sea, and touched the bobbing green glass bottles that surrounded my craft. Suddenly, the ship rocked hard and capsized. I fell overboard, under-ship, falling into a bottomless hole in the sea.

Then I half woke and fell back asleep, dreaming of whirling circles before my eyes.

I tried to wake myself, making noises in my sleep. My wife shook my hand and woke me. I felt grateful. Suddenly, she craned her neck and back in an impossible pose, and asked, “How do I know that I am awake?” I shut my eyes and woke up.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007: Magic in the Office

I was in my childhood home. It was night, and the house was dark. I looked into my parents’ bedroom. I saw my mother lying on the right side of the bed, on her side, facing the wall, under the covers. Then I remembered that she was dead, and I woke up.

In my second dream, I was in an office. The staff was gathered around me as I drew five concentric circles on the carpet. When the circles were complete, I rapped my knuckles on the center circle. We waited. Suddenly, we noticed that the circles became grooves in the carpet. I dug my fingers into the grooves around the smallest, central circle. I lifted out a circular section of carpet and wooden floor, leaving a small hole the size of a hand. I lifted the next ring out, and the next, and the next. As I lifted the final ring, through the opening now five feet across, light fell through the dark hollow beneath, a plunge that dropped as far as we could see, onto some wooden scaffolding, but without a visible bottom. One of the staff was frightened; he told me to put them back. I replaced the rings and closed the hole.

Monday, February 05, 2007: Hiding from a Dragon

A man, a woman, and myself were hiding under an enormous overstuffed couch. We were hiding from a dragon. It circled high above the couch. We decided to put on a performance to trick it. But I was reluctant to leave my hiding place.

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.

Thursday, November 16, 2006: Vermont Trip Preparations

My wife and I were outside, preparing for a trip to Vermont. As we packed our luggage into the car, I realized that I did not recognize the car. I examined the unfamiliar vehicle: it was a brown station wagon with a sunroof. On the back seat were several large bags of M&M candies. I asked, “Is this our car?” She replied, “Of course. We’ve had this car for a long time.”

We went back into our house. The interior of the house was a pastiche of all of the houses I have lived in before.

My wife sat down for a moment in the living room. A voice in my head said, “What is missing from this picture?” My daughter appeared, dressed for ballet, in white tights and slippers, dancing around my wife. I thought it was a riddle, but I could not discern the answer.

We said our farewells to our children. I hugged my daughter. Then, I hugged my son. After hugging him, I realized that he wasn’t my son; he was my daughter’s boyfriend: tall, with spiky bleach-blond hair.

As we were driving out of a parking garage, a white car appeared in front of our car. The driver looked like Tracy Morgan with wild hair. He looked angry. He pushed our car backwards with his car. After a brief car tug-of-war, we managed to get our car around his car and drove off.

Suddenly, I found myself inside a old workshop, with off-white walls and a white tin ceiling. There were small desks with sewing machines and old typewriters on them. My wife was not with me. I realized that I was dreaming, and that I needed to get back to my wife so that we could go on our trip.

In a separate dream, a friend and I were getting a tour of a haunted house. We doused any lights we came across during the tour, until the house was completely dark. As I began to wake, I saw circles of blue light.

Thursday, November 09, 2006: Moonbat Frye

I picked up a folder and opened it. The folder contained the dossier of a dangerous, mischievous gnome by the name of Moonbat Frye. A picture was enclosed: he wore a dark blue and purple suit; he had a pointed white beard; he had a sly smile.

In a separate dream, I was standing in the cluttered ruins of a school playground. A predator was circling me. I cannot recall the identity of the predator. I think it was an animal. It crouched low as it circled.

In real life, the elementary school I attended as a child has been closed down, and may soon become a cluttered ruin.

Thursday, August 26, 2004: Green Hills, Gold Rings, Marriage

I was climbing a green, grassy hill. As I ascended, I found a gold ring. As I continued, I found another gold ring.

In the other dream, I was in the rear seat of a car. My brother was driving, and my sister was in the front passenger seat. They were asking me questions about my relationship with my wife, with implications that I was only with her because of the church. I told them that I genuinely loved her, and besides, I was no longer with the church. This shocked them.