Dreams: By Tag: Chase

Thursday, February 25, 2010: Chased by a skunk

He walked down Hamilton Street at night. At the corner of Pilgrim Ave and Hamilton Street, a skunk carrying a smaller dead animal began to chase him.

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.

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.

Thursday, February 21, 2008: Race

I had a dream that I was in a race. We lined up, young and old, men and women. When the race started, many rushed ahead of me. I was in last place. But I was conserving my energy and kept a steady pace.

As the race went on, I passed some prizes along the way. Other racers stopped to grab the prizes. But I ignored them.

At the last lap, with a sudden surge of speed, I passed old and young, men and women. I reached out for the ribbon and grasped it. Though nobody else took notice, I had won the race.

Monday, December 17, 2007: Sartre, Kung Fu

Half-formed dreams of words and concepts from Sartre’s Being and Nothingness floated through my head for most of the night.

I was reading Sartre before bed. Bad idea.

After my thoughts settled down, I dreamed of a gathering of my old gaming group. I snapped photos of the upper right quarter of their faces. I asked them if they wanted to be in a movie. They enthusiastically agreed.

We ran, filmed by an unseen crew, through a movie set that seemed to be constructed solely from wood paneling. Martial artist thugs pursued us. We exited the building onto a large patio. We were stopped by a boss-man flanked by two Asian women dressed in black, brandishing swords, his bodyguards. He invited us to enjoy the party. There was a pool and an outdoor kitchen. I turned on the grill.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007: Mission, Aging Friend, Pavement

In my first dream, I was with a group of agents. We were on a mission. The enemy had discovered us. They sent large guided slow moving bombs after us. They were round, black, with tail-fins, at least ten feet in diameter, and floating slowly through the air.

I climbed a brick building and ducked inside through a door. I ran down wood-paneled halls, escalators, and stairs, past some people. As I approached the exit, I saw a camera. I had a cane in my hand. I tapped the back of the camera with the cane, and something turned off. I met with my fellow agents at the glass doors.

In the second dream I had, I was hanging out with an old friend Bob. We were looking through his comics and gaming books, all wrapped in plastic. He seemed more worn out than I remember.

In the last dream I had, I exited my house. I walked down the driveway. As I reached the end of the driveway, I noticed that a section of my fence was rusted and pushed in, as if a vehicle had struck it. I stepped out of my yard and walked towards the section of fence to inspect it. Then I noticed that there were no houses or trees or anything around my house, as far as my eye could see, only pavement.

Monday, February 12, 2007: Another Bicycle Dream

A narrator was discussing the new ultralight and sleek bicycle that I was riding. As others tried to pursue me, by foot, by bike, and by car, I outpaced them at every turn. I rode next to a fenced median. With my left hand, I grabbed the top of the fence. I lifted myself and the bike over the fence to the other side of the road without stopping.

Saturday, October 14, 2006: Intruder, Egyptian Studies, Carnival

There was a homicidal maniac in our house. My wife, my son, my daughter, and I were simultaneously trying to catch him, drive him out of our house, and run away from him. When we finally drove him out, we celebrated by having ice cream sundaes.

After the sundaes, I helped my daughter with her history report on Ancient Egypt, while my son and wife watched television.

We brought in a contractor to go over the repairs that would be necessary before we sold our house. It was going to cost a lot of money, but it was worth it, because our property value had skyrocketed.

Then we walked down Park Ave, near Elm Park. A carnival filled the park and even the adjacent street. Apparently, games where you use small catapults to fling waffles, pies, tacos, and other foods at hungry targets were de rigeur. We walked on the other side of this game, along a wooden fence where some foods had sailed over the targets. We had to wade through a pile of waffles.

Friday, October 13, 2006: Dinosaurs

Within a lush jungle crater, I hunted velociraptors. I was a little person, three feet tall, armed with tiny steel knives and protected only by animal hides. Despite my size, I could bring my quarry down quickly and efficiently.

As I stood over the body of my recently slain prey, suddenly, I felt the ground tremble. I turned around. Staring down at me was a violet-eyed, ghostly-green tyrannosaurus, easily ten times my size— a Devilsaur! I turned and ran.

I admit, I spent a lot of time yesterday playing my gnome rogue on World of Warcraft.

Saturday, September 11, 2004: Celebrity Stalker

I was being stalked by Ashton Kutcher. He was going to kill me with a mallet. He pursued me through the rooms and corridors of a dark apartment complex. I tried to lock the doors behind me, but they wouldn’t work.

Friday, August 13, 2004: Zombies, Dragon

I was in a mall surrounded by zombies. After I eluded the zombies, a long river dragon snaked its way through the air and began to chase me on the ground. I ran through the revolving doors of a large glass, concrete, and steel building. I thought to myself, "I think the dragon is going to crash right through those doors."