Dreams: By Tag: Earth

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.

Friday, June 19, 2009: Some Days The World Stumbles

Some days the World stumbles.
You really cannot blame him.

He is only now learning
how to walk.

And trying to run
tumbles over and

skins his knee.
These things happen.

Kiss the ground
to make it better.

Thursday, April 17, 2008: The man who fell to earth

He found himself riding in a shiny metal bus. The bus was floating through space. Neither the driver nor the passengers could control the bus as it floated through space. There was little they could do about their situation.

He could see that the bus and its passengers were floating towards a very bad, very dangerous part of space. Some passengers decided to abandon the bus. He did not know where they went, but they departed just the same. He and the few remaining passengers braved the dangerous part of space together.

Soon, asteroids struck the bus, and the thin metal of the bus tore open. The bus broke apart completely, spilling him and the rest of the passengers into cold dark space.

Alone, unprotected and adrift, he exhaled a final breath. He felt his body freeze solid.

And for a long time, nothing happened.

After some time, the man woke up. He found himself on planet earth. He examined himself, clenching and stretching out his softening hand. He felt warmth entering his body again. He realized what he had endured.

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.

Monday, October 09, 2006: Sodding Seinfeld

Cosmo Kramer and George Costanza, from the TV show Seinfeld, were having tea with a British friend. This friend has a weak spot for pastries, and cursing his weakness, exclaimed, “Sodding cakes!” A bell rung in Kramer’s head; he had an idea.

In the next scene, George was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and Kramer dumped a wheelbarrow full of dirt over Costanza’s head through a kitchen window.

Apparently, Kramer had confused the intended British slang meaning of the word sodding, for the word sod, or a clump of dirt, thus prompting him to consider geophagy.

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.