Dreams: By Tag: Day

Tuesday, August 24, 2010: Jumping down

He and his wife looked out through a large window. The ground was three stories down. They discussed the safest way down: the tree, or a pile of boxes. She thought the tree would be best; he thought the tree was too far out to leap on. He thought the boxes were better because they were closer; she didn't think they would provide a soft enough landing. Both jumped. She landed in the tree and jumped down. He landed on the boxes, which broke his fall. They both laughed together at having survived a three story fall.

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."

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, July 09, 2010: Magic Carpet, Sunken Bridge

He hovered in the air, seated cross-legged on a small rectangular carpet, no larger than two feet by three feet. His small dog sat on his lap. There was another person nearby, seated on a similar carpet. It was night. They flew near two brick buildings and streetlights.

When day came, they flew towards Lake Quinsigamond. They saw that Lake Quinsigamond was overflowing its banks. A section of bridge was completely submerged.

Friday, May 28, 2010: Calling for Ice Cream Delivery

He stood at a gas station. It was daylight. There were cars and people filling up their cars with gas.

He felt bewildered, not knowing where he was. He was talking on a cell phone to a woman. He was asking her about ice cream delivery. She asked him where he needed the ice cream delivered to. He looked around for street signs, but didn't see any. He asked others where he was, but they did not tell him.

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.

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.

Saturday, October 17, 2009: Animals in the Road

He walked up Pilgrim Ave, in the middle of the road. It was a sunny day. Squirrels, skunks, raccoons, and rabbits scampered across the road and along the sidewalks.

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.

Monday, June 23, 2008: Night travel, morning dog walk

He was riding on a bus at night, seated near the driver. The driver was a familiar black man with white hair and moustache. The bus skidded on a patch of ice, but the driver kept control. They were heading down Lincoln Street.

Yet somehow, he found himself walking up Hamilton Street.

In the morning, he got out of bed to walk his dog. As he attached the leash to his collar, he noticed that the small silkie terrier was warm and had white gums. He thought that he was having a reaction to the shots he received at the vets office; he thought that he should return to the vets office right away.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008: Spiders

He walked head-first through a mass of spider webs, while dragging a heavy object out of a small tin-roofed shed. But he did not pause or panic, and finished dragging the object outside.

The day was sunny and the sky was blue with a few small drifting white clouds. He examine himself: he was covered with spider webs. He shook and pulled thick strands of sticky webbing from his hair and arms and clothing. Small white spiders were crawling on him; he brushed them off.

He lifted the heavy object again and brought it to the corner of Pilgrim and Hamilton, to a yard sale. Now and again, he would find another spider crawling on him. He left the yard sale to clean himself off.

He went into a large house. In his suite, he found some fresh clothes and a towel, and he prepared to take a shower. He paused as he spied a young woman through a crack in a door that led into an adjacent room. She sat down at a table to eat breakfast.

Sunday, April 27, 2008: Hunter

He walked along ancient roads, through cities of long past, seeking out men and women whose passions and ambitions and the worship from others had crystallized in them something more than human. They had become gods, haunting cyclopean palace chambers; striding and strutting, demanding and destroying; beautiful, graceful, intellectual, powerful beyond human possession, and entirely mad.

He was nobody.

He saw through their wondrous and terrible mien, which flowed like fire and water and gold and sky. He broke through the spell that put men under their sway, and brought their reigns to an end.

He pursued one of them through darkness along a red path: a road, a river, a rivulet of molten earth. There was a break in the path. He leaped the gap towards his foe and landed in a stream. The stream cooled him and he broke the surface.

But his foe had eluded him. A stone fish lay on the shore of an unfamiliar sunlit villa. He walked into the villa, searching for a native to ask directions. Over a low wall, he saw a young woman. She wore a short red diaphanous dress. Her hair was red gold curls gathered up to bare her long slender neck. He approached her. There was nothing imperfect about her. She appeared to him coy but receptive. But he realized the great, great temptation she represented, and he woke himself up.

Sunday, April 20, 2008: Seven stones

In the rain, he crouched down on the lower side of a green grassy embankment. On a narrow vertical strip of dirt dug into the embankment, he placed seven rough flat stones in a row, from the top of the embankment to the bottom. He looked up from his work. Raindrops splashed in brown muddy puddles beyond the embankment. He heard the voice of his wife behind him, calling gently for him to come out of the rain. The stones slid in the mud out of place slightly. He fixed the stones and turned home.

Saturday, April 05, 2008: Lost while driving in a box with my brother

I had a dream that I was driving down a road at night. I was driving in a rectangular black plastic bucket (we use them for trash receptacles). I do not know how I was steering or accelerating or braking, but I drove it somehow. My brother was on the passenger side. Once, he stood up to look over the side, and I told him to move his big rear end out of the way; he was blocking my view of the road. We were lost, so we decided to pull over to ask for directions.

Finally, without bucket or brother, dawn rose, and I found myself walking on the side of a familiar road, not too far from home. There was a bucket of food in the gutter. I was hungry and they were all wrapped in plastic. It did not seem like trash to me, rather, it seemed like somebody knew I would be stopping by that part of the road and left supplies for me along the way.

Sunday, March 16, 2008: Power in the blood

I had a dream that my wife and I were at a lavish outdoor party on the patio of a mansion. The hostess was an Egyptian woman. She poured drinks for us from an alabaster jar into our glass goblets. The wine was golden, clear and sparkling. My wife and I drank it. When we spoke again, I noticed that my wife had long incisors. This did not frighten me at all.

I entered the mansion and found a dark chamber where captives were slaughtered mechanically and drained of their blood.

Thursday, January 03, 2008: Guitar jam

A coworker gave me a guitar. He had his own guitar. We jammed on a song. We were outside, in the woods. Blue sky and sun shone through the canopy.

I remember fingering particular chords and arpeggios, but I do not remember the song.

I had a similar dream not long ago.

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.

Friday, December 14, 2007: Crap

I had a dream that my wife and I were cleaning up our neighborhood. We were walking along Dartmouth Street, picking up trash with small shovels and placing the trash into plastic bags. One of the pieces of trash was a glazed cinnamon roll. I saw a couple of piles of dog feces, and figured I should probably pick that up as well. But when I picked it up, I accidentally got some on my coat. This made me mad. There were neighbors nearby having a cookout, and I wondered if they thought it was my dog I was allowing to crap all over the neighborhood.

Friday, November 16, 2007: Toads

My wife, our two children, and our dog were living in a slate gray two-story home. We walked downstairs, in back of the house, to a fenced-in yard and driveway. It was warm but overcast, and the ground was damp, like Spring. We noticed toads hopping in the grass. A golden toad as big as my palm hopped on the driveway.

Thursday, October 04, 2007: On Hamilton Street

I had a dream that I was standing on Hamilton Street, observing an elderly gay couple with a penchant for pranks. One of them had fallen asleep behind the wheel of his parked car. The other started the car and put it in drive. The car drove slowly down the street, the driver still asleep.

I walked down Hamilton Street and encountered a genetic giant couple, a blond woman and a dark haired man. I asked them questions, but I do not remember what the questions were, or the answers.

I entered the rear passenger side door of a futuristic-looking silver car and sat down. The car started by itself and steered down the street, apparently on autopilot.

Thursday, August 16, 2007: Levitation

I sat in the lotus position as I floated two feet above the sidewalk. It was a beautiful, clear day. Two fat ladies chatted on my left and my right as I glided slowly towards my house. Suddenly, a black cat crossed my path. I ‘clothes-lined’ the cat with my forearm, pushing it out of my way.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007: Tornadoes and Kittens

I was walking up my street in the morning. As I looked around, in every direction I turned, I saw tornadoes in the distance.

In another dream, I was herding kittens, one by one, into the living room of an unfamiliar house at night. When I estimated that we had a sufficient number of kittens, I asked, “OK, now, which ones are the eatin’ kittens?”

Wednesday, December 20, 2006: Bad Street, Bad Plumbing, Bad Dream

I walked down Cohassett Street, early in the morning. The pavement was in a state of disrepair. Much of the street was merely exposed earth. A sewer access pipe jutted out of the pavement, a dangerous obstacle to any car. I saw a bus stop sign on the right side of the street, and thought to myself, “I have never seen a bus travel down this road before.”

I crossed the road and entered a brick apartment building; this was apparently our new home. My wife and I were inspecting it. The rooms were spacious, with ceilings at least twelve feet high, and even wider and longer. But the plumbing in this building was bad. One pipe broke in my hands as I examined it. Others pipes were leaking, some pouring out a copious quantity of water. I said to my wife to call a plumber while I was at work, and have him fix all of the plumbing, no matter what the cost.

In the last dream I had, I dreamed that I was in bed, having a bad dream. I spoke to my wife in my sleep, asking her to wake me up.

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.

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.

Saturday, November 11, 2006: Depressed Neighborhood, Waterfront, and Finally, Vermont

I walked in an unfamiliar neighborhood at night. The apartment buildings around me were crumbling apart. The few people I saw wore shabby clothes. Numerous large dogs roamed the streets, and I imagined they converged upon me. I stood in a playground that was used as a dumping ground instead. I climbed between a jungle gym and a stack of miscellaneous construction debris, to escape the dogs. I was high above the ground.

In another dream, my wife and I were living in a house that was built next to the ocean. This made me very nervous. I moved from window to window, searching for any sign of weakness in the house. It was day, so I could see that the foundation was stone. The house was covered with white aluminum siding. The tide appeared to be rising, and the waves rolled into our foundation higher and higher, but never reached above the foundation.

There you have it, two of my phobias: deep bodies of water and large dogs.

The house itself, from the outside, resembles our own house, which has a gray stone foundation and white aluminum siding.

In my last dream, my wife and I had arrived in Vermont, on vacation. It was night. We were in downtown Burlington. We walked along Church Street and Main Street, and on the nearby college campus. The streets and shops were bustling with activity, people of all ages and walks of life. We wondered aloud what we should do first. Half-joking, half-seriously, we both replied that we should look for jobs.

My wife and I are going on a vacation to Vermont soon. Vermont is a dream to us.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006: Snow in a Flower

Early in the morning, as I looked out upon my yard, I noticed spots of white on the green grass. I bent down and touched snow cupped between the petals of a flower.

It has not snowed here yet in real life, but the season for such weather is approaching.

Saturday, October 21, 2006: Duet, Toughs, Needles, a Train, and a Moose

I was walking in the middle of the street in an urban area in bright daylight. I passed a college campus. A young woman joined me on my walk. She started singing, and I joined her singing.

As we continued walking and singing, night fell. We stopped singing. We turned down a street. We passed a news stand, and then the street came to a dead end. I noticed that the young woman was no longer with me. I could not find her. At the end of the street were a gang of children, six or seven of them, no older than twelve. One of them looked like Malcolm David Kelley. I asked them if they had seen the young woman who was with me. They laughed, and surrounded me. They grabbed me by my arms and legs, but I shook them off.

In a separate dream, I was walking on a road again, at night. I fell on an open box of acupuncture needles. I lifted myself up, and found several dozen needles sticking out of my left elbow and right knee. As I pulled them out, one by one, some nearby people laughed. I said it wasn't funny.

I also dreamed I was in a brightly lit mall of gleaming metal, glass, and white plastic. I stood at the top of an escalator. I was writing something down, and talking with a man who was standing nearby. I dropped the pen on the escalator, but quickly fetched it. The man warned me of an oncoming train, and just then, along a narrow pair of shiny metal rails, a mini-train passed us, carrying a single passenger per car.

In my last dream, I was standing on a snowy hillside. I saw Royal Canadian Mounted Police standing around in the snow, looking at something. I approached where they were standing, to see what they were looking at. A moose was lying in the snow. It appeared to be dead. I asked if it was dead, but I saw it lift its head slightly, then drop its head back into the snow. The mounted police sang a sad low song for the moose. They said that it was a traditional song they sung for fallen mounties, and that all moose are considered honorary mounties. All but one of the mounties rode off to get help. I asked the officer who was still there if the moose was injured; I could not see if the moose was hurt or sick.

Monday, December 12, 2005: Sinister House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was something religious but sinister about the whole family.

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

Sunday, November 07, 2004: Buddha

On a sunny day, I climbed a large granite Buddha. When I reached the top, I dived into the stone and passed through it. The Buddha was hollow. Inside of the Buddha was a smaller stone Buddha.

In a similar dream, I watched aborigines carry barrel-shaped stones in both arms. Somebody explained to me that this was their religion.

The rest of my dreams were about programming, since I'm diving back into learning Cocoa on my iBook.

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.

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.

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.