Dreams: By Tag: Truck

Sunday, June 13, 2010: Apocalypse

As the apocalypse unfolded, to the noisy distress of others inside the concrete bunker, he and a smaller band left.

The sky was dark with clouds and the ground was bare. The giant, squat metal vehicle was overloaded. He and the band climbed the scaffolding, and floor by floor, sifted through boxes, gathering valuables and discarding the dross.

Ash began to fall from the sky. He reached the top of the teetering scaffolding, throwing and pushing everything useless over the edge to the ground below. He opened the top drawer of a bureau. Inside were two jewelry boxes. One was filled with turquoise jewelry; the other was filled with amethyst jewelry. He took both boxes, pushed the bureau over the edge, and descended the scaffolding.

The ash fell heavier and deepened, and those in the compound grew restless, so they started the vehicle and departed.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009: Truck driving, white apartment

He was driving a UPS truck at night on very narrow streets. The brakes did not work. He downshifted and turned and turned, until he made a safe crash into a post.

He was living in an apartment with his friends. Everything was white: white furniture, white drapes, white floors, white walls.

Thursday, August 21, 2008: A kiss

The dreamer found himself sitting in the passenger seat of a dusty powder blue classic pickup truck. The driver was a beautiful woman. Together they drove slowly down a long country road between green grassy fields under a cloudless blue sky.

She pulled the truck into a gravel clearing and turned the engine off. She leaned forward, he leaned forward, reaching with gentle hands touching neck and shoulders, with eyes closed, for a few seconds they kissed, then looked into each others eyes, brow to brow, and then the dreamer woke up.

Friday, May 30, 2008: Teachers, Traveling

He sat in the back of a lecture hall. A swarthy, bald man with an upturned moustache was giving a lecture. A man wearing glasses and a suit sat in the front row. A jovial man, also in a suit, sat behind him. There were others, too, between him and the back of the class.

In a different dream, he sat in the left back seat of an SUV, his father driving along a street at night. They were to meet his aunt at a restaurant for dinner in a strange city. Why this city? They did not know. As they closed upon the destination, they were no longer driving. His father walked along the sidewalk, and he rode a bicycle.

Monday, January 14, 2008: Waking dream of the snowstorm

I get out of bed. Looking out the front window, I see snow falling, covering the ground. Plows drive by. I want to take a look out the front door to get a better view. I open the front hall door and step into the hall. I peer out the front door window, and a spectral face is staring back at me. I feel afraid. But I know that I am asleep, so I try to wake myself up. I know that my wife is sleeping next to me, if I need to signal her to wake me. I can move the fingers on my right hand, and I can feel my rapid breath flowing in and out of my nostrils. Then I wake up.

My dream recall has dropped over the last week; I do not know why. And my dog was restless, keeping me from falling asleep for hours after going to bed.

Tuesday, January 01, 2008: Car accident, Scrubs, round table discussion

While pulling out of my driveway, I nudged the car of my neighbor under one of his trucks. I felt terrible, and apologized profusely. I could not figure out how we were going to get his car out from under his truck.

Before this dream, I can only recall a bit of another dream: Dr. John Dorian (Zach Braff) and Dr. Kim Briggs (Elizabeth Banks), from the television show Scrubs, take handfuls of cocaine, snort them, and have sex.

We were seated at a round table having a discussion. Seated around the table, I saw different versions of myself wearing elaborate masks. Some said that all of this was nonsense; others said to give it more time.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007: Chain Vendor, TV Overboard

While Mambo No. 5 boomed through the dark club, I put money into a vending machine that dispensed jewelry. I acquired three gold chains, but there were supposed to be four. One of the chains had a small gold scythe attached to it.

I have been reading Dhalgren by Samuel R Delany. Many of the characters in the book wear chains.

In another dream, my wife and I were being driven on a highway by an old friend of mine (Matt or Gaf). We were passed by a dangerously speeding SUV, filled with shouting uniformed high-school football players, holding a large television in the back. As we drove on, we encountered the same SUV again, this time pulled over to the side of the highway. Apparently, the TV fell off the back of the SUV and smashed in the road.

My wife and I decided to get rid of our TV.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007: Mansion, Good Driver

My wife and I were driving with Ray and Johnny, two old friends. It was night, and there was a hurricane-like storm approaching. Ray was an excellent driver, which he demonstrated by driving backwards at high speed in a movie theater parking lot.

In another dream, my wife and I had a guest arrive at night. We were living in a mansion. We showed him to a guest room, a suite with many windows, blue walls, and a peaked roof. I asked my wife why he had the better room. Then we remembered that the room grew cold in winter.

Saturday, May 05, 2007: Cellar, Buddha, Flying Things, Weird Wedding, and Car Accident

I descended stairs to a long dark basement. I pulled open two metal drawers, brimming with water. Slowly, what low lighting there was dimmed to darkness. I could only feel my way back upstairs.

My sister told me that my room was to the right. I took a right at the stairs. The stairs forked and spiraled off in all directions. I climbed a high step to the right into a room. The room was small. The walls were painted orange. Against the walls were pieces of lacquered furniture. I could make out a fuzzy reflection of myself in one tall piece. I step out of the room.

Suddenly, everything is dark again. A huge smiling face made of terracotta fills my left field of vision. It speaks, “I am the Buddha.” I reply, “You are not the Buddha. You pretend to be the Buddha.” Suddenly, I have a vision of a crying child made of the same orange clay, pinned to the ground by a single large hand.

In another dream, I am in my driveway, holding a stick, swatting at small red flying creatures. They are a cross between pterodactyls and insects. I hit both of them, and they fall dead.

In another dream, I am at the wedding of my cousin. It is colorful, and juvenile, and we sing children’s songs.

In my final dream, I am driving with an acquaintance in an SUV. She steers poorly, and we end up backing over another car while parking.

Friday, April 20, 2007: Henry Rollins, Vermont Vacation, Crazy Shrew

I was walking up my street when I saw Henry Rollins. I told him that I was a fan of his since Black Flag. I said that I approved of his career choices, and felt that he had in no way “sold out”. He thanked me, and said that he was happy with the choices he had made, too. He said that Alice Cooper was going to be on his show soon. He got into a van that came equipped with a full bath, said to call him sometime. I waved goodbye and walked back to my house.

Next, I dreamed that my wife and I were vacationing in Vermont. We were staying in a college dorm. We only had one day left to our vacation, and we were deciding which restaurant would be the last. We settled on the Trattoria Delia. There was a knock at the door. I opened the door, and a group of college students were standing there. They dismantled the door. I said that they must be mechanical engineers.

In my final dream, I was observing a newlywed couple. They were parked near an aquarium. The husband walked away to do some errands. The wife proceeded to fill up their truck with water from a hose, hit golf balls into the glass of the aquarium, and even jumped into the tank and swam up and down with the fish. When he came back from his errands, she got very angry with him over a trifle, and shrieked that she would put her golf club through his skull. At this, his eyes began to open to her lunacy. He noticed a golf ball embedded in the glass of the tank, and touched it with his fingers thoughtfully.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007: Driving a Truck

I was sitting in an armchair. Next to me was a side table, a lamp, and a book. I stood up and walked to the driving cabin of an 18-wheel truck. I sat down and drove the truck. The roads were snowy and slippery. Steering became difficult, so I pulled over to avoid jack-knifing.

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.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006: New Old Office, Firecrackers

I was assigned to a different office. The office was set up bullpen style, like an old newspaper office. My small gray metal desk was near a window. It was night outside. My window was above the city street, I am not sure how many stories up. I arranged several objects around my desk: a pair of brown leather cushions, a pair of green banana leaves, a pair of green glass and brass desklamps, a pair of gray metal desk fans.

Nearby was an eighteen-wheel truck. Several truck-drivers were gathered. One lit a string of firecrackers. They burst one by one, faster and faster, until all but a few exploded. One truck-driver picked up an unexploded firecracker. Suddenly, it went off in his hand. He looked at his hand, startled, then showed us, laughing: his hand was unharmed. My brother held up his hand, saying, “You’re lucky. I lost my pinky doing the same thing.”

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, September 30, 2004: White SUV

I sat in the front passenger seat of a massive white SUV. A burly black man was driving, and a skinny white man was in the back seat. The SUV was so big, we couldn’t see over the front end of the vehicle to drive. I take a turn trying to drive it and we all laugh.

Friday, August 06, 2004: Fence, Carousel, Email

The fence on the side of my house was finished, as it is in real life, only instead of the fence-posts being embedded directly into the ground, they were embedded in concrete road barriers. As I was inspecting it, a rubbish removal truck pulled into my neighbor’s driveway, adjacent to my fence, and pushed the fence up against the house. This made me feel angry.

In my mind and in real life, I do wish to keep a boundary between myself and the neighbor who continues to push against my boundaries.

Next, I had a dream that I was exploring the basement of my house. The basement stairs were different. They were wider and almost completely obstructed by debris. The stairs led to a corridor that was dimly lit by bulbs that hung overhead. The walls were painted yellow. Immediately on the right, at the bottom of the stairs, was a small room, with a sink and toilet. I continued down the corridor and turned left, pushing through thick cobwebs. I came upon a large room full of junk. There were dirty windows on the other side of the room. I could also see a corridor exiting the room opposite the way I entered. In the room was a carousel, with all of the horses removed. One wooden horse stood off to one side. As I stood upon the round platform, it began to spin. I stepped off the platform and thought, “This must somehow connect into the rest of my basement.”

In the last dream I remember, my boss called me and asked me if I had finished any of the work he had sent me to do by email. “No,” I said, “because I am on vacation.”

Actually, I was on vacation. I did receive some emails from my boss, but, since I was on vacation and the emails were not urgent, I put them off until next week.