Dreams: By Tag: Building

Friday, July 16, 2010: In Search of a Bus Stop

In search of a bus stop, he walked at night on a street in a strange city of low brick buildings, streetlights, and brightly lit shop interiors. Other people walked the streets, some entering and exiting the shops.

He walked into a building, climbing up and down many flights of stairs and through many corridors. He thought in general that he was moving below ground level. He entered a large room with a crowd gathered in a vague queue. He saw a concession stand with popcorn, a ticket booth, and a marquee. He realized it was a movie theater. He walked away in search of the bus stop.

He stood before a large platform open to daylight and a long descent to the ground. His father stood on the platform. A man made an announcement over a loudspeaker. His father shrugged and jumped to his death.

Friday, May 21, 2010: Elements

He stood inside a stone building. Others stood around with him. Through a wide opening, they looked at the water and the light of day.

But something viscous, black, and malevolent surged within the water. It began to bulge and lift itself up through the opening. Panic spread through the others. Darkness fell. He grabbed a thick branch and climbed upstairs.

Already, the sky was black. Trees bent in the wind. He leaped into the air and flew, carried by the wind backwards and upwards. Below, savages with spears pursued him. He pointed the thick branch at them. He expected lightning to shoot out from the branch, but instead, out came a glowing green streamer of energy that remained on the air and floated down softly.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010: Tube, Leper

He got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. He began to shave. He stopped and looked into the mirror at his face. He saw a pink tube protruding from his left jaw. It seemed to run up the side of his face, under the skin. He did not pull the tube; he thought that might cause his skin to tear. Instead, he carefully pushed the tube out of his face. He pressed the loose skin back into place. He had the impression that the tube was left from a previous operation.

In another dream, he was with a group of people in a building. There was a degenerate leprous man crawling in the ducts above the ceiling. They were trying to find a way to expel him from the building without exposing themselves.

Monday, January 11, 2010: Escaping the beast men

He descended the interior of a dark tower, pursued by goat men and wolf men. A wolf man met him on a stair and held him in its teeth. He wrestled himself from its grip and continued his descent.

He climbed down a ladder. A goat man ascended the ladder from the bottom, and another goat man descended the ladder from the top, trapping him. But he simply climbed down over the body of the lower goat man. He jumped from the ladder and stumbled to the floor, against a wall.

There was a crowd of Asian people and among them were goat men and wolf men. There was a camera, lights, and a man speaking behind a podium on the left, and the same on the right. The beast men snarled, waiting for the speakers to conclude before pouncing on him. They were counting on him not interrupting the conference. So he stood up and pushed his way across the lights and cameras and the podiums, and he found two doors.

He opened a door and closed it behind him. He could hear laughing. They were laughing at him because behind the door was a closet, full of junk, and to them he was trapped. He moved some of the junk and found another door, into the adjacent closet. Then he searched the walls of the adjacent closet and found a board high up on the wall. He removed the board and found a window. He climbed up and out the window and escaped into daylight.

Friday, October 23, 2009: The Beginning of the End

He surveyed the condition and contents of a large and complex building his family had moved into recently. His wife was nearby, in another room; now and then he or she would shout a discovery to the other. For example, he examined a food tin with an unexpired date. His children were further away but present. The building was old and needed repair. But it was also stocked with foodstuffs and other supplies necessary for survival. There were many boxes. There were sheets covering furniture. He felt safe here.

He left the building and hopped on a bus. As it drove down Hamilton Street and approached Billings Square, it stopped, and he got off the bus. It was raining and snowing. The water level was ankle deep at Billings Square, and appeared to be deeper as one continued on Grafton Street towards downtown.

“It has started,” said a young female voice in his thoughts. He turned and began to walk home, away from the water, uphill.

The location, size, and condition of the building reminded me of Dartmouth Street School, renamed the Multiple Intelligences School, which is closed and empty.

Thursday, October 01, 2009: Your Moment of Zen

As he walked in a large dark gray concrete interior, he met a Zen Buddhist monk. He was plump, bald, and wearing a robe. He had a short white beard and mustache. His demeanor was amiable. Together, they continued, walking upstairs, downstairs, sitting on ledges, and discussing meditation.

Sunday, September 27, 2009: Fans, Mantis-Dogs

He was in the city at night with his wife, son, and daughter. They approached an array of cylindrical buildings topped with massive rotating fan blades. “I wonder what these look like from above,” he thought aloud. They made their way to a black mesh covered scaffolding. His wife found an opening in the mesh, and hanging from the scaffolding, dropped down to the floor below, then his daughter next, then he dropped; his son followed. The floor was smooth concrete.

He scrambled under the gray overhang of a cave riddled cliff that was covered with blankets. A giant tan-colored praying mantis dog was looking for him. He knew he had to face this threat, but he had no weapon in hand. He scrambled to the other side of the cliff-bed, and another mantis dog was waiting there as well, but as he delayed, the mantis dog grew smaller and he grew bigger until he could pat it and scratch it.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008: Missiles, Ladders

I had a dream that missiles were flying, one by one, across a dark sky. The first missile fell on a distant target, the second a closer target, the third a closer target. I took cover, prone on gravel, between a concrete barricade and two cars, both shiny classic vehicles, one blue and the other orange.

In the next dream, I was with my wife, one of her old roommates, possibly others. We were in vast, dark, concrete building full of black ladders and conveyor belts. I had a stack of red books with me that I carried up a ladder. Somebody mentioned a lever (pronouncing it leh-vur); I jokingly corrected them and pronounced it lee-vur.

A common element in both dreams was the knowledge that I could travel between worlds, and that the first dream was one world and the second dream was another world.

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, June 27, 2007: Tresspassing in Vermont

I had a dream that my wife and I were driving to Vermont at night. She was driving; I was in the passenger seat. We made a left turn, and the silver mid-sized car went up on two wheels along a paved embankment. My wife managed to get the car under control and parked. When we stepped out of the car, we found ourselves on the rooftop of a building. As we descended multiple staircases, the police arrived. They fined us $50 for trespassing.

The dream repeated itself, starting again as we descended the steps, only more people were with us. The police came and fined us again.

After leaving the scene, we visited a Vermont historical museum.

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.

Thursday, March 03, 2005: Tsunami

I was in my office. The office building I worked in appeared to be on an island. The building was similar to the one I work in real life: metal and glass exterior, large open interior with desks. I looked outside and saw that the sea water was rising. It rapidly rose above ground level. Somebody was telling us to evacuate. I wondered, “Where am I supposed to go? I’m on an island. Where do I evacuate to?”

Somehow, I survived, and was filling out paperwork. In the aftermath of the tsunami, I couldn’t find my wife. The authorities were going to help find her.

Monday, October 18, 2004: Rivers of Coffee and Flying Bears

I followed one of my co-workers, Ray, around a busy factory floor. I felt concerned for him, as he has health problems in real life. We were trying to complete an agenda he had written out on his hand, but the task was overwhelming. We rode conveyor belts to move about the factory. Somehow, I lost him.

In another dream, I was in a sprawling apartment. The walls were painted white. There was clutter everywhere, mostly laundry. Downstairs, on the sidewalk outside of the building, police were inspecting a cargo container. It was strangely labeled. I don’t remember the exact wording, but it made the container seem safe, even though there were terrorists hiding inside the container. Upstairs, there was a party on a balcony. It was a bright day. Macaulay Culkin popped some kind of drug into my mouth... LSD? I didn’t notice anything unusual. I wondered when it would take effect. I walked into the apartment. I remember following a kid into a very messy room, cluttered with laundry, models, video games, etc.

The party and Macaulay Culkin are drawn from the movie Party Monster. The terrorists in the box... they’re probably from the presidential debate, where John Kerry has repeated over and over that the majority of containers coming into the United States ports are not inspected.

In another dream, I was outside, walking up my street, early in the morning, before the sun was up. I could hear a hair dryer whirring from from my neighbor’s house. I wondered, “Wow, that is a loud hairdryer, for me to hear it from outside.” I had a blanket wrapped around me. It was very cold. As I neared my fence, I suddenly sensed a large dog behind me. I wrapped the blanket around me tighter, and everything became darker.

I’m fairly certain somebody in my house was running a hair dryer in the morning, and I could hear it in my sleep.

In the final dream, I had crossed Hamilton Street. Suddenly, the street became a river of coffee. Across the river, a barn full of coffee beans sprung up, and a Starbucks-like building appeared at the top of the hill. The coffee smelled great, but I wondered how I would cross the river to go home. Somebody was with me... I’m not sure who. I told him, “They did this,” and pointed at two small brown bears with purple butterfly wings, hiding in the bushes. I caught one of the bears, and held it upside-down by its legs, demanding that he change the street back.

Maybe I’m craving coffee? The bears were drawn from real-life, where a couple days ago, my daughter had shown me a teddy bear she received at a party.

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.