Dreams: By Tag: Childhood

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.

Friday, June 19, 2009: Some Days The World Stumbles

Some days the World stumbles.
You really cannot blame him.

He is only now learning
how to walk.

And trying to run
tumbles over and

skins his knee.
These things happen.

Kiss the ground
to make it better.

Thursday, February 21, 2008: Race

I had a dream that I was in a race. We lined up, young and old, men and women. When the race started, many rushed ahead of me. I was in last place. But I was conserving my energy and kept a steady pace.

As the race went on, I passed some prizes along the way. Other racers stopped to grab the prizes. But I ignored them.

At the last lap, with a sudden surge of speed, I passed old and young, men and women. I reached out for the ribbon and grasped it. Though nobody else took notice, I had won the race.

Saturday, January 26, 2008: White great cat again

I was in the backyard of my childhood home, walking my dog. A white great cat came up behind us. I picked up my dog, to protect him from the cat. I did not feel afraid, more than I felt that it was a really big nuisance.

Sunday, January 06, 2008: Schoolhouse

I walked around a schoolhouse on a wooded hill. Children were gathering at the door. I went around the back of the schoolhouse, to a smaller house where the schoolmaster lived. There was a campfire built, and above the campfire hung a nest of pine branches and pieces of wood, tied from a treebranch by a rope. I was worried that the tree would catch fire, and the schoolhouse. So I walked towards the house.

Sunday, December 16, 2007: Murky

My recollection of my last dream is vague until the end. I seem to recall a struggle of words between several persons over reason versus religion. I also recall food. And the dream ended in the back yard of my childhood home. A pool of stagnant water lay beneath a canopy, and I disturbed the water with a stick.

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.

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.

Thursday, September 20, 2007: Children’s Play, Dark Street, Trick-or-Treaters

I was standing on a stage, directing six toddlers as they performed a play. One of them gave a fine, spontaneous performance; I praised her. The rest of the children were lying on the stage, doing nothing.

I dreamed that I woke up, at night, on a bench near a quiet intersection. I got up and started walking home.

In my last dream, my wife and I descended a hilly street at night. Six children wearing ghost costumes and holding jack-o-lantern candy buckets gathered around us and shouted “Trick-or-treat!” My wife rummaged through her purse, found a hard candy, and dropped it into the bucket. One of them asked, “Don’t you have treats for all of us?” My wife replied, “Sorry, it’s not Halloween yet.”

Friday, July 13, 2007: Elderly Encouragement, Queue

I am working in my cubicle, only instead of my cubicle at work, I am sitting in the pantry from my childhood home. Two co-workers escort an elderly woman to my cubicle. They do not introduce her. She puts out her left hand and I shake it. She says, “Keep up the good work.”

In another dream, I am standing in a queue, waiting to buy tickets. There is a very tall man standing behind me. When I get up to the ticket seller, the tall man leans over me and purchases a ticket ahead of me. I elbow him in the ribs, and he says, “Is somebody there?” This makes me angry, and I try to trip him as he leaves, but he steps over my extended foot.

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.

Monday, March 05, 2007: Bedroom Window

I had a dream that I was lying in one of the twin beds in the bedroom of my childhood home. A strange woman was in the bed to my left. To my right, near the foot of the bed, was an open window. It was dark outside.

Sunday, November 26, 2006: Flood, Tag

Under a sunny blue sky, a flood rose. I watched the rising water swallow city streets and buildings, near the shore at first, but the flood showed no sign of slowing. I ran, waded, and swam towards higher ground.

In another dream, I was in the backyard of my childhood home at night. I was playing tag with a score of kids I knew from high school. In particular, I remember seeing Ron.

Sunday, November 12, 2006: School Party, Two Dogs, Cartoons

I found myself in a brick school building, with other children; I was a child myself. There were remnants of a party all around us: empty cups and trays of pastries. I gathered a plate of cookies and a cinnamon bun for myself. I think it was a celebration of a school reopening.

In another dream, my wife and I were living in a brick apartment. We had two strange dogs under our care, one large and one small. I got out of bed and opened a door to a balcony. The dogs took this as an opportunity to escape. They jumped off the balcony. I looked down, several stories, and they landed without harm. Other dogs were gathering in the street. The big dog and the small dog approached these other dogs. At first, I felt concerned for them. Then I remembered that these were not my dogs, and that I didn't care what happened to them, beyond simple humaneness. I closed the door, happy to be rid of the dogs.

I vaguely recall dreaming about a living cartoon creature, like a koosh ball with legs. Its name was Norubunga.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006: Kramer Annoyed

Kramer, from the television show Seinfeld, seemed annoyed with me. As I wandered around his apartment, observing the cornucopia of his bizarre acquisitions and inventions, another man entered the apartment, and annoyed him more. I took this as an opportunity to make amends, and made a positive comment about the blueprint hanging on the wall. Kramer’s attitude towards me immediately lightened. He said that he wanted to be an architect. The blueprint resembled a layout of my childhood home.

More Seinfeld dreams!

I had a repetitive data entry dream, where I was entering numerous elements of a dream taxonomy into my laptop.

When I engage in repetitive activities while awake, I often dream about them. This past week, I have been backfilling the database behind this site with past dreams, as well as tagging them appropriately.

During the night, as I started to wake up, I realized that I was waking up, and dreamed that my memories of my prior dreams were swallowed up in a black balloon, floating away from me into darkness as I flailed blindly after its tether.

Again, I am having difficulty with dream recall. I think I am trying too hard.

Sunday, October 01, 2006: Blood

The world was coming to an end. My wife and I decided to spend our last moments watching the end of the world from the third-story parlor window of my childhood home. Death was with us, but he didn’t seem threatening, rather, he seemed like a welcome companion. As the end came, thick red blood rained down from the sky and covered everything. Our flesh melted away from our bones.

Sunday, December 11, 2005: Dark Man

I was in my childhood bedroom. It was very dark. I rolled off the bed, wrapped in my bedcovers. I peeked towards the doorway, and I could make out the shadow of a tall man wearing a treachcoat and a wide-brimmed hat. He was darker than the darkness.

This was the boogeyman I used to dream about as a child.

Friday, July 01, 2005: Childhood Home Changed, Guild Breakup

I was walking around a dilapidated apartment. I realized after a short time that it was my childhood home. Except for some small details that only I recognized, it was completely changed. This saddened me.

I also had a dream that my World of Warcraft guild broke up, or split up, which also made me sad.

Lately, I've been thinking about how I've gotten so far off from where I set out to be, years and years ago. Same house, but almost completely different.

I have noticed that my dream recall is improving again. The addition of a 2nd air conditioner must be helping me sleep more soundly. I can't stand the summer heat.

Saturday, August 14, 2004: iBook, Demons, Roof, Country Music, Church

My house was on the side of Grafton Street with a shopping plaza. I could look out of my house; the entire side of the house was open to the street. I could see that it was night. I had just received a brand new iBook. I grabbed it off of my desk, crossed the street, and sat on a bench to do some work.

In another dream, I sketched two demons on an IT request form. Somebody asked, “Did you draw that?” I said, “Yes, could you fill this request please?” We laughed.

I dreamed that the roofers removed the entire roof and all of the siding from my house. I realized that the house resembled my childhood home on Dartmouth Street. The wood under the siding was painted drab green.

In another dream, I was in a dark, cozy room. Garth Brooks was writing a song. In the song, he had strung together several prepositions at the end of a sentence, like “up on in”. I corrected his grammar, but added that since it was a song, colloquialisms were fine. He didn’t say anything.

In the last dream, I was in a church meeting. Something felt like it was missing, so that neither I nor the rest of the church could take it seriously.

Why am I dreaming of country music, much less correcting the grammar of a country song?

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.