Dreams: By Tag: Gang

Tuesday, October 07, 2008: Carriage, horse, driver, master

A black lacquered carriage drawn by a strong brown horse rolled down the dusty street. Patrick Stewart played the master in the carriage. He lounged across the seats inside the carriage, and spoke to the driver from time to time, giving him direction.

From a nearby pub, a stumbling gang of drunks approached and surrounded the carriage. “Keep moving. Don’t slow down,” the master ordered. “Run them down if they get in the way.”

One of the men passed a mug of amber liquid up to the driver to give to the master. “Compliments of the house to the Master.”

The driver sniffed it. “It’s not piss, sir. It smells like beer.” The driver had gray mutton chop sideburns.

“Throw it away,” the master said. “No doubt it was mixed from mugs left at the bar, or else they had a round of spitting into this one.”

A little beer had spilled from the mug into a top hat inside the carriage. The master flicked the beer from the hat out a window.

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.

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, September 14, 2004: Leak, Dogs

It was raining outside. There was a leak under the sink. I checked the leak and it started gushing. All of the wood in the pantry became saturated with water. It was so soft, it gave under a little foot pressure.

I had a dream that I was preaching to a crowd of dogs. I was quoting scripture from a dog bible.

In the last dream, I was taking my dog for a walk, outside of the fence around our house. A gang of roaming dogs approached. I picked up Pippin to protect him from the dogs, and made my way back to the house.