Dreams: By Tag: Closet

Monday, May 03, 2010: Conflict

He and his comrades were hiding in a windowless room. In the room was a chest of drawers and a closet. Enemies were approaching. They searched for weapons to use to defend themselves. One found a rifle. One found a shotgun. He found a revolver in pieces. He assembled the revolver and loaded it. The enemies opened the door and both sides began to fire.

In another dream, he and his comrades were in a dungeon, fighting off an attack of fish-men.

In an earlier dream, he was examining an iPad and considering whether or not he would purchase one.

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, January 11, 2008: Train, cluttered room, costume

I took my son up on my shoulders and caught the last car of a train. We rode the train into a mountain and over a chasm. The engineer saw us; he disapproved of what we were doing, but did not kick us off the train.

We were in a house, inspecting a small room, not much bigger than a closet. It was full of clutter and there was water leaking onto the floor.

We were getting ready for a costume party. I put on hip-hop clothing that belonged to my son.

Monday, November 06, 2006: White Dragon, White Prison

A serpent-like white dragon swooped down from the upper chamber of a massive cavern and devoured me and my companions.

This came as a surprise to our raiding party, and there was much chatter in the VOIP channel regarding the strategy we should apply our next attempt.

The dream repeated, and we found ourselves alive and undevoured. This time, we approached the lair with caution. The white dragon was no longer a dragon, but a large white truck with a roaring engine. The truck swung from the ceiling on heavy cables.

Last night was one of those rare nights I listen to raid chat on Teamspeak while I play World of Warcraft.

I dreamed that I was in a minimum security prison. In fact, I could come and go as I pleased, as long as I was discreet about it.

I recall many stairs, halls, and rooms, uniform in color: beige, I think.

My bedroom was large. The walls, ceiling, and trim were painted white. There were two steam radiators, both leaking; there were dark water stains in the wooden floor. I locked myself in my room and went to bed.

The dream repeated, and I found myself fetching something from the closet, before I joined my friends. Next to the closet was a drafty window. The lights in the room did not appear to work, and I could not find what I was looking for.

Thursday, October 26, 2006: Electronic Book, Old Co-Workers, Corrupt Church Leader

I designed a book with dynamic, hyperlinked text. It seemed to use electronic paper and ink. I flipped through the content, page by page, and clicked through other content with a stylus.

In another dream, I was in an off-white painted basement filled with pipes and machinery. Many of my former co-workers were there. We reminisced about when we worked together.

In the last dream, I witnessed a leader from the church I left hiding young boys in a closet. He didn’t know I saw this. Later, I found myself in a pharmacy, picking up a prescription. The leader was also there and sought to humiliate me. He announced to the entire store that my prostate medicine was ready. I said that it was to prevent cancer. I also said that I know a much worse secret of his, and that he should keep his mouth shut in the future.