Dreams: By Tag: Money

Sunday, May 18, 2008: Three dollars

He walked on Plantation Street, near a brick school building. A man wearing a worn tuxedo and top hat was talking to him, spouting all kinds of nonsense of great interest only to himself. Another man stood nearby, a vagrant, a drifter, a drunk, in a shabby brown coat. He looked down and saw three dollars in the gutter. He took one, and handed each of the men one dollar.

Tuesday, July 31, 2007: Beige Apartment, White Stairs

I had a dream that I was walking the halls of an apartment complex. The walls were brick uniformly painted beige. A couple called out to my friend William to join them, and I think he did join them. My remembrance of the dream at this point overlaps. I was living in an apartment here, a long narrow closet; I was no longer living in the apartment, and I was standing outside looking at the door.

In the second dream I had, I was outside, descending a steep white stair under the stars. I was surrounded by sophisticates on platforms along the stair, wearing ball gowns and tuxedos. The descent was so steep that I had to put down my possessions and climb down on my hands and knees. I met an old friend of mine, Garland, at the bottom of the stair.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007: Found Money

I was shuffling with others down an ash-laden street. One of the others caught a gleam of metal in the gutter: a coin. We sifted through the ash in the gutter and found more coins. I held a handful of large gold coins, then pocketed them.

Wednesday, June 27, 2007: Tresspassing in Vermont

I had a dream that my wife and I were driving to Vermont at night. She was driving; I was in the passenger seat. We made a left turn, and the silver mid-sized car went up on two wheels along a paved embankment. My wife managed to get the car under control and parked. When we stepped out of the car, we found ourselves on the rooftop of a building. As we descended multiple staircases, the police arrived. They fined us $50 for trespassing.

The dream repeated itself, starting again as we descended the steps, only more people were with us. The police came and fined us again.

After leaving the scene, we visited a Vermont historical museum.

Saturday, January 20, 2007: Black Books, Foreperson, Mantra, Mirror

While browsing a comic book store, I came across three books with black covers. They were a set of graphic novels, written and illustrated by Eric Willand. [Eric was an acquaintance I made back in high school. I had admired his artwork.] I purchased the three black books.

Later, I dreamed about an female Asian foreman. She was shouting at two truck drivers, “Stop, you’re mixing them!”

I dreamed of a mantra, “Money, energy, matter, and time.”

I dreamed that I was purposefully gazing into a mirror, because I was thinking to myself about the nature of mirrors in dreams. When I looked into the mirror, I could only see a small portion of my face, whichever I was focused on.

Saturday, January 06, 2007: Burglary

While the wealthy owner was away, we burglarized his beige marble mansion. And since the owner was away for so long, we decided to shack up in the penthouse suite until he returned.

His return caught us by surprise. We scrambled, gathering up all of the cash and valuables we could find. When we tried to use the elevator, it crashed to the bottom floor and caught fire.

We climbed to the rooftop and escaped.

Friday, November 03, 2006: Blood Money, Cardboard Houses

I was visiting Stewart, an old friend. He was wearing a red shirt and jeans. He lived in a house made out of flimsy gray cardboard. The dream began to cycle rapidly, with repetition of me walking around, over, and through the cardboard house, crushing and crumpling it underfoot. When the cycling stopped, Stewart came on to me. I told him I was not gay.

In another dream, I was walking down a wide gray hallway. I saw Dave, another old friend. Somebody threw a sharpened penny at Dave, and it struck his ankle. His ankle began to bleed profusely. I scolded the person who through the penny.

I met both Stewart and Dave at an extremely dogmatic church.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006: Hard Times at Work

I sat in a meeting with two co-workers. The room was brightly lit, with white walls, a large table, and functional chairs. We were looking back on hard times the company had gone through, and how we had little choice but to remain loyal, given our family situations, the economy, and the job market.

Monday, October 23, 2006: Second Story Man

Under cover of night, I scaled a stone building. A rectangular reflecting pool was adjacent to the building. I wore loose dark clothing, and a scimitar on my belt. The stone had many crevasses and decorations to grip. I climbed up to a balcony, entered a room, and examined its contents by touch. What I searched for was not here. I climbed to another balcony, and continued my search.

Somehow, my brother appeared. He wanted to follow in my footsteps, but he was incompetent. He made too much noise. He couldn’t climb well. And he drew attention to us, so much that we were accosted by guards. I drove them back with my scimitar, while my brother hid behind me, clinging to my back. I couldn’t endure my brother’s interference any longer, so I climbed down and left.

I walked to my father’s house; he had moved. His house was on a corner. The road had a lot of noisy traffic, as it seemed to be a common shortcut. He wanted to borrow money, but I said no. My wife and daughter arrived, and I departed with them.

I was cuddling with my wife in bed. She asked me if I ever loved anybody else. I replied honestly, that yes I had, but that was years before I met her.

Sunday, October 22, 2006: Church Intrusions, Fatherly Extortion, Demonic Seduction

I stood next to a long heavy wood dining room table. Seated around the table were members of the church I left years ago in real life. The phone in the middle of the table began to ring. Those seated at the table looked to me expectantly. So I answered the phone. It was Malcolm David Kelley. He spoke to me about church-related things. I stopped him after a minute or so, saying that I no longer attended this church, and that I don't even know why I am here, then I hung up.

My dad, my sister, and I were driving at night. My sister dropped me off at a mall. I was going to see a movie in the theater that was in the mall. But when I got to the theater, it was full of members from the church I left years ago. This annoyed me, so I waited outside for my father and sister to return.

After my father and sister returned, my father was telling me that he needed to borrow money. He had two sheets of paper. One was a list of items totaling the money he needed to borrow. The second sheet was a list of insignificant things that he believed he had done for me that entitled him to money from me.

In a different dream, I was being seduced by three demons, and I let them seduce me.

In a dream I cannot place chronologically among the other dreams, I was coding my website. I added a CSS effect to title text to make it look blurry.

Thursday, September 16, 2004: Office

I was in a large office. The ceilings were high, the furniture was made of a dark wood. The carpeting was dark, too. There were large bookshelves and desks without cubicles. I picked up a financial magazine, which said that my company was growing more successful. There was a woman with a new iMac on her desk, instead of a PC.

Saturday, August 07, 2004: Church Corruption, High School Reunion, Home

Several people I used to go to church were gathered in a large white room with a curving, sloping floor, much like the floors of modern movie theatres. While I was there, I saw two old friends of mine, Ray and Ginger. Ray was playing with a circular saw blade. He tossed it at Ginger, playfully, lightly even, but the blade stuck into her head like a shuriken. Both of them were very surprised and panicking at the dilemma.

In another dream, I was in a church leader’s house. It was luxurious inside, a mansion. Everything was white and pristine. There was a fireplace burning and the air conditioner was running, which I thought was a little extravagant and wasteful.

In another part of the dream, there was pornography and sexual acts being performed in plain sight. In one place, it was in the dimly lit theatre. In another place, it was in the leader’s mansion. There was a strange, demonic presence inciting the people to these acts.

In a different dream, I was at a high school class reunion. I was happy to see so many old friends. I was wearing new clothes. I had a roll of money in my left hand, at least fifty $20 bills. Somebody said, “Wow, that's a lot of money.” I tried to stuff the money into my pocket, but it bulged revealingly.

Ok, let's not get all Freudian here.

Finally, I had a dream that my home was complete. Arbor vitaes lined the perimeter. The fence had hedge privacy slats. The driveway was red brick. The red cottage-style roof was finished. Inside, the house was furnished with all of the pieces we imagined, including a red leather loveseat and the Alien metal coffee table.