Dreams: By Tag: Girl

Friday, October 23, 2009: The Beginning of the End

He surveyed the condition and contents of a large and complex building his family had moved into recently. His wife was nearby, in another room; now and then he or she would shout a discovery to the other. For example, he examined a food tin with an unexpired date. His children were further away but present. The building was old and needed repair. But it was also stocked with foodstuffs and other supplies necessary for survival. There were many boxes. There were sheets covering furniture. He felt safe here.

He left the building and hopped on a bus. As it drove down Hamilton Street and approached Billings Square, it stopped, and he got off the bus. It was raining and snowing. The water level was ankle deep at Billings Square, and appeared to be deeper as one continued on Grafton Street towards downtown.

“It has started,” said a young female voice in his thoughts. He turned and began to walk home, away from the water, uphill.

The location, size, and condition of the building reminded me of Dartmouth Street School, renamed the Multiple Intelligences School, which is closed and empty.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009: The Race

He was in a department store filled with toys and candy. Many children and parents gathered for games. He was participating in a race. He stood at the starting line along with three other racers, all female, and one was a child. The track was short, no more than several paces. The lines for each racer were not evenly spaced. Another racer tried to change this. But he pointed out that this was normal. Oh, the other racer said. The starter stepped up to the side of the track. The track had shrunk to a few paces. He got set. The starter quietly mumbled, Go. He ran, practically leaping the distance. Another racer was close to the finish line, but he crossed first. She turned to him and said in a dazed tone, You won. He looked back, and one of the racers had not even left the starting line. She just stood there in shock.

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.

Sunday, August 05, 2007: Downhill Race

I was outside my house, walking my silky terrier. The sky was overcast, and there were piles of brown leaves on the ground. The fence surrounding my house was rusted and broken; one section was closed off with a propped-up wooden fence. I chased my dog around the back of the house, and the properties of my neighbors had changed. There was a lot of grass, trees, and shrubs; also, an entire apartment had vanished. An old friend of mine, Stewart, was sitting on the grass, petting a cat. In another yard, a young brunette woman in a black dress was speaking to a person I could not see.

I started walking down my street. I found myself moving down the city streets on foot, other times by bus, sometimes with wuxia-style leaps through the air, and once, through a pizza parlor, but always downhill, faster and faster.

As I picked up speed, I also acquired followers. My sister, my mother, my aunts, my grandmother, eventually bystanders. We were speeding towards White City, a shopping center across a bridge. At the height of speed, I grabbed onto the hips of a roller-blading young blonde woman in a white bikini and zoomed off.

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.

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.

Monday, October 17, 2005: End of the World

I was walking along a sidewalk. I was driven by an inner voice, or a memory of an inner voice, a prophetess in my head. The voice told me to go to a certain place.

As I traveled, the voice told me that as a sign, I would come across a great rift. As I walked along the sidewalk, I saw that ahead of me was a deep chasm. On the bridge that crossed the chasm was a girl who was struggling to walk a german shepherd. She didn’t appear friendly to me, so I quickly moved on.

I came upon a house. A woman was selling Halloween ornaments that her gifted daughter had made. I examined them; they were excellent sculptures of white ghosts. As I was offering to buy them, I realized, by the voice, that the world was coming to an end.

I told the woman about this; she asked how I knew, and I told her it was a gift. She revealed that her daughter was similarly gifted, and that as for herself, she was both a scientist and a witch. She said that a meteor was approaching, a planet killer.

We watched from a window overlooking the city as the sun was blotted out and the sky grew black. The stars were radiant, and an ominous shadow tumbled against them.

Together, we tried a ritual of science and magic to turn the meteor away from us. She wore a colorful costume and danced in a circle of lights. I focused my attention upon a screen, with pinpoints of lights upon it. The lights clustered and dispersed as I concentrated upon them.

But the ritual failed. We knew intuitively that her daughter opposed us and caused the ritual to fail.

Monday, September 26, 2005: Missing Stairs

I had a dream that we were living in our old apartment on Northampton Street. I opened the front hall door. A girl was selling cookies. She was at the bottom of the stairs; I was at the top. Looking down, I saw that there were many steps missing, and that the hall window was much larger than I remember.

Tuesday, September 21, 2004: Gaming Store, Tooth Falls Out

While browsing the books and other supplies in a gaming store, I found a book with pages of white faux-leather and gold lettering. I also found a miniature figurine of a giant wooly caterpillar with a large howdah on its back. In the store, I saw a girl wearing Victorian-goth clothes. I said hello to her. She seemed surprised that I could see her, as if she were a ghost.

In another dream, while looking in a mirror, one of my molars fell out of my mouth, leaving a large black post where it was. The post seemed bigger than the actual tooth.

I don't actually have any teeth with posts in them.