Dreams: By Tag: Blue

Thursday, April 22, 2010: The Bomb

He climbed a street to the top of a hill. Looking down, he could see a smoking light blue crater, the remains of a large part of the city.

He knew another bomb was coming. He climbed into the driver's seat of a white van. Others climbed into the van. He called his daughter on his cell phone. She sounded distressed. He told her what was happening, to take cover, and to not panic.

After hanging up, he found himself inside a rectangular bunker with white walls. Through thick windows, he watched the blast-wave of the next bomb approach.

Friday, May 08, 2009: Haiku

Across blue silence,
the Sun trills a song of clouds;
fingertips, same song.

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.

Thursday, August 21, 2008: A kiss

The dreamer found himself sitting in the passenger seat of a dusty powder blue classic pickup truck. The driver was a beautiful woman. Together they drove slowly down a long country road between green grassy fields under a cloudless blue sky.

She pulled the truck into a gravel clearing and turned the engine off. She leaned forward, he leaned forward, reaching with gentle hands touching neck and shoulders, with eyes closed, for a few seconds they kissed, then looked into each others eyes, brow to brow, and then the dreamer woke up.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008: No one should brave the Underworld alone

He looked left and he was riding on a blue-green bus; he looked right and he was in a long white room. On the left, his wife sat across from him on the bus. On the right, his wife played a banjo and sang a song. Everybody on the bus or in the room applauded when she finished the song. He thought it was unusual that his wife was playing banjo, as she normally plays guitar.

His old friend William was in the white room; it was an apartment. There was a lot of clutter they were sorting through. Amidst the clutter, they found two tightly bundles stacks of dark gray rectangles. These were some kind of artifact they had created but forgotten, whose purpose they could no longer identify.

An old friend (who took his life many years ago) was playing guitar and singing Jesus is my Friend, which he always played tongue-in-cheek. The space he was in seemed to be like the blue-green bus only more open.

He found himself walking with a companion, underground. He was moving through a series of vaults. These vast rectangular chambers were cut from dark gray stone. He and his companion were exploring, though there was little light to see by. Suddenly, a menacing giant whose body consisted almost entirely of a large head came upon them and began to harass them. His companion said to ignore the giant and move on.

They came upon a chamber with a feature; a large crevasse in the far left corner. A violet light emanated from it. He thought perhaps this could be a way out. But he was hasty, parted with his companion, and leaped before he looked. He found himself falling into a deeper layer of this Underworld. Fortunately, he landed on a rough flat square stone. The stone hovered independent of the crevasse shelves. He rose on the stone into the air. Another man was using his will to lift him up.

You may noticed that this dream is told as a third person narrative. I am experimenting with this method to give myself a different perspective on the material.

A slight alteration has been made to the episode order: the deceased friend playing guitar happened last.

The companion in the underworld, his guidance, and powers resemble the idea of the psychopomp.

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.

Thursday, February 07, 2008: Fighting a dragon, dog injured and healed, suicide

Together, we were fighting a monster in a dark place. The monster was lit with flickering blue and violet flames.

During the fight, I found my dog, injured on the ground. His jaw was broken; he was in pain. I took a towel and wrapped him in it to carry him off to a vet. But I looked down in the towel, and he was completely healthy.

I was in a parking lot at night with several coworkers. I was standing with one coworker talking. Suddenly, as we looked beyond a fence, a woman jumped from a high brick building and died; I recognized her as yet another coworker. We were shocked and saddened.

Saturday, February 02, 2008: Car on fire

I had a dream that I was sitting in the backseat of a blue Chevy Malibu [my first car] at night, while a coworker drove the car, and her daughter sat in the front passenger seat. We dropped off her daughter, but as we were driving by, I could see flames licking from under the hood. I told her to stop the car and get out; it was on fire!

Tuesday, December 25, 2007: Infiltration, trashscape, driving up a cliff

We infiltrated a dimly lit building, running down corridors and hiding briefly in rooms. We stole a square blue elevator car robot. We posed as students in a classroom, and traded illicit pencils.

I climbed carefully across a landscape of trash, a dump that stretched to the horizon.

I drove a car along a steep road. The incline rose until it the road became a cliff. Some cars tried to ascend the cliff, but they rolled back or came crashing down. Some cars tried to descend, but came crashing down as well. A police man tried to descend in his car and stuck half way. He attached a winch to the car and told me to grab the other end of a rope. I refused. I fell into a dumpster. I climbed out of the dumpster. I pulled clinging pieces of trash from me. I picked a small round black beetle off of my leg.

Friday, November 09, 2007: Tall Brush, New Office

Bright, blue autumn day, wading through tall brown brush with a husky friend, and I am a teenager again. This is down a dirt road, near an abandoned factory. Through the brush, we spy girls sunbathing by a pool. They notice us, and call us over. We walk over, brushing the burrs from our clothes. One girl, a brunette wearing a light blue bikini, will talk to me, but not to my friend.

In the second dream, I am sitting with coworkers in an office different than my own. There are no cubicles. There are a lot of windows. Our work-group desks are clustered together. We are discussing things not related to work.

I just read Generation X, microserfs, and JPod, by Douglas Coupland. This may have contributed to the office dream.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007: Fragments

I can only recall fragments of dreams... a strange house with narrow stairs... living with my father, sister, brother, and my dog... somebody says, “You take the blue room.”... a red door... my brother and a friend are welding metal... climbing rocks near the ocean... neighbors doing drugs...

Friday, May 18, 2007: Bicycle Blues, Church Magic, Big Ape

I had a dream that I was riding a bicycle with blue tires, through a shopping mall, while wearing blue shoes.

The I had a dream that I was at a church gathering, where the preacher was performing stage magic, involving two rings and light.

Finally, I dreamed that I was sitting on the edge of my bed, playing a video game. The game involved killing apes. Suddenly, King Kong peered through my door. He smashed me with his massive fist. I felt like a boulder was dropped on top of me.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007: Mansion, Good Driver

My wife and I were driving with Ray and Johnny, two old friends. It was night, and there was a hurricane-like storm approaching. Ray was an excellent driver, which he demonstrated by driving backwards at high speed in a movie theater parking lot.

In another dream, my wife and I had a guest arrive at night. We were living in a mansion. We showed him to a guest room, a suite with many windows, blue walls, and a peaked roof. I asked my wife why he had the better room. Then we remembered that the room grew cold in winter.

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.

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.

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.

Monday, October 30, 2006: Mail Bomb, Playing Bass Guitar

While working in a warehouse, I noticed an unusual package. I asked my co-workers about it, but they didn’t recognize it. Carefully, I unsealed and opened the cardboard box. Inside was a sealed gray plastic bag. Written on the bag was the word “DIE!” And the bag was ticking! I immediately threw the bag into a green metal trash dumpster, and ducked. There was a small explosion, and the sound of metal against metal. We looked in the dumpster and saw that the bomb had been full of metal ball bearings and other shrapnel.

In another dream, my wife and I were browsing around a music store. I saw a light blue six-string bass guitar. I picked it up and played four bar blues on it. The store manager came over and started chatting with me about the bass. He also mentioned that the store offered bass lessons.

Saturday, October 28, 2006: Road Trips, Pet Injured

A co-worker and I were driving down a long well-paved two-lane road. It was windy and raining. Apparently, the car was a convertible, but the top was so flimsy, I had to hold it down to keep it from flying off.

In another dream, I was in a chartered bus full of passengers. We were driving down the same road as the previous dream, but in the opposite direction. There were many obstacles on the road, some frighteningly difficult to navigate, including large patch of eroded road that threatened to swallow up the bus.

As we neared the end of our trip, we pulled over for a stretch. A passenger and I went for a walk with our dogs. We climbed down the embankment into a wooded area. We let our dogs wander far, but still on leashes. Suddenly, a blue car rolled down the embankment and struck our dogs. I don't know the condition of the other dog. My dog returned very slowly, as if he were injured. Indeed, when he approached me, his face appeared to be swollen. I immediately returned home, to take my dog to the vet. Before I left for the vet, I took my dog in our fenced-in back yard for a walk.