Dreams: By Tag: Three

Tuesday, August 24, 2010: Jumping down

He and his wife looked out through a large window. The ground was three stories down. They discussed the safest way down: the tree, or a pile of boxes. She thought the tree would be best; he thought the tree was too far out to leap on. He thought the boxes were better because they were closer; she didn't think they would provide a soft enough landing. Both jumped. She landed in the tree and jumped down. He landed on the boxes, which broke his fall. They both laughed together at having survived a three story fall.

Thursday, July 10, 2008: Mephistopheles

He was rummaging through two boxes of books, when a strange man appeared. He was tall. His skin had a golden sheen, his eyes sparkled, his head was bare and bony. He wore fine clothing spun from gold of different colors. With a gesture, he set a box of books on fire, and said in a smooth, deep voice, “You will not find what you are looking for in those.”

“Yes, I know,” he said.

“If you want to learn real magic,” he explained as he handed him a scroll, “Have your wife sing this Persian song with three others in this temple.”

“It must be a spell,” he thought.

Friday, July 04, 2008: Odin

He was walking down a road in his neighborhood with his wife. The road was covered in slippery ice and snow.

At an intersection, a tall thin man (who looked like an old friend) appears, scarred, left eye missing, ranting, cutting his left arm with a knife. The scar that had destroyed his eye curved and extended along up the left side of his face; it looked old. The knife wounds on on his arms looked vaguely like letters.

The dreamer wanted to ask him how this happened, but could not bring himself to do it. But as if he knew his thoughts, he said, “There was a fight in my house.”

Then he said, “There is something inside of me that has to come out. I don’t know how to make it come out. It is not from this world. It’s in you too!”

A small group of bystanders has begun to gather. A black man with a shaven head tried to talk to him, but to no avail. He asked the dreamer to accompany him.

Then the dreamer experienced a sense of traveling, and passing a deep pool of infinite nothingness.

They arrive at a house. He has three roommates with beautiful, well-ordered, clean rooms. All of them lived in harmony.

Notes on Odin: from odr [fury, excitement, mind, poetry]; associated with wisdom, war, battle, death, magic, poetry, prophecy, victory, hunt, trickery, cunning, deception; a psychopomp; connected to the horse (the heart?) and spear; rode an 8 legged horse; associated with Mercury; hung himself on the World Tree, pierced by his own spear for nine days in order to learn wisdom; significance of number 9; Odin’s spear is Gugnir, which never misses its target; Odin’s ravens Hugin (thought) and Munim (memory); Odin’s wolves Geri (ravenous) and Freki (greedy) which he feeds meat; from his throne, he could see the universe; he gives worthy poets mead of inspiration.

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.

Monday, March 17, 2008: Lost

I dreamed that I was walking down a street at night in a strange city. I had two companions, but we separated, and each got into their own cars and left. I walked down the street and turned left. I realized I did not know where I was going, and I turned to walk back to where I started.

Tuesday, March 04, 2008: Initiation

I had a dream that I entered a room. The walls of the room were gray. Four gaslight sconces illuminated the room. A long wooden table was in the center of the room. Two men were standing in front of the table, facing each other, one with spectacles and one with a curious moustache. They were silent. I was carrying a bouquet of flowers in my hands. I unwrapped the bouquet and placed the flowers in a vase in the center of the table. All was silent and still.

Sunday, February 03, 2008: Dorm

I had a dream that I was living in a dorm in a high-rise building. The dorm had three bedrooms and three bathrooms and no windows. In order to enter and exit the floor our doom was on, I had to ascend or descend many escalators that passed through a department store.

One of my roommates reminded me of a French Pee-Wee Herman. He had a large collection of stuffed animals.

We were hanging around in the dorm lounge. Michael Jackson was there. He said not to get him started on his nose.

Between our high-rise and the city was a large wilderness area. A student guide showed us (my wife and I) through the wilderness once. But when we were returning without our guide, we got lost. We waded through high brush until I spied a road.

I was sitting in on a SNL episode. Mitt Romney was performing a song while playing guitar. But he could neither sing nor play guitar. He covered this up by feigning that he was retuning the guitar. I tried to help by playing some chords on my guitar. But Mitt Romney and the host shifted the blame to me and kicked me off the set.

Finally, I dreamed about a porch with a tree growing up through it. Squirrels were building a nest in the branches, and bees were building a hive.

Thursday, December 20, 2007: Planning a trip to a strip club

To our surprise, our wives suggested that we go to a strip club. So Will and Jeremy put together a list of strip clubs names; glyphs representing them hung upon the air for our review. We were standing between doorways into the kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom of a strange house. I thought to myself that I would be the designated driver, since I do not drink much.

My wife and I were discussing a calendar of girls our son has hanging on his wall. Her comment was that she did not find it distasteful. I wondered if she would find it distasteful if I hung a similar calendar on the wall.

The location where we were standing has a reverse correspondence to the actual location where our conversation took place, in our own house, in an intersection of doorways between the kitchen, bathroom, and his bedroom.

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.

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, November 04, 2006: Game Room Preparations

My gaming friends were gathered in my house. My house appeared to be a mix of all of the apartments and houses I have lived in before. The windows in the large dining room needed repair. I pried nails out of the window frames that did not belong. There was a cold breeze blowing in through one window.

Will and I were discussing the short story I was writing. He said he could not determine the time period of the story. I said that detail was intentionally vague. I asked him if he knew where the story was set. He said he thought it was somewhere in the Middle East. I told him that was correct, and that is what I intended also.

We went to Musicquest, a music/comic/gaming store in our neighborhood. We flipped through RPG books.

We walked down Dartmouth Street, and came across a couple with three dogs: a large dog, a medium dog, and a small dog. The large dog appeared threatening and dangerous. The small dog appeared to be injured, as if somebody had stepped on it. We left the dogs quickly; it seemed like a bad situation.

Back at the apartment, I found two Stimpy keychains and two Stimpy plush toys near some stairs. An old church friend, Mike, appeared.

Separate from these dreams, I had a sex dream. My partner and I were trying to find a place to hide in a house full of people, so we hid in a pantry. Still, we found we couldn’t be alone for long.

Also separate from these dreams, I saw six elderly men sitting in chairs, waiting to dine in a restaurant. “Frickin’ fish,” one of them said. Another chided him, “Don’t say frickin’ fish.”

My dream frequency and recall is much better on the weekend, when I get to sleep longer.

Will and I both write and have discussed our writing in real life. The short story we were discussing is a story I am actually writing now.

There is a strong association with Mike and Stimpy; we were both big fans of The Ren & Stimpy Show.

My gaming group hasn’t gathered in a long time, and I do miss them. As I miss all of the places I have lived before.

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.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005: My Dog, War

I was in a strange house. It had a long porch running around the entire house, and it was painted gray. My sister-in-law was there, telling me that she saw Pippin, and to come quickly. I asked if he was hurt. She said she didn't know; he just kept licking his butt. When I got to Pippin, he wasn't hurt; he was just doing what dogs do naturally. I asked him if he needed to go out, and he perked up. He was fine.

Then I was standing in an intersection atop a hill. Down the hill, I could see brown mushroom clouds. I wondered if it was nuclear war. I learned that they were conventional bombs, when I saw strange ships dropping more bombs, whose explosions mushroomed into dirty clouds of debris. The explosions got closer and closer.

I saw a friend of mine, Molly. She was worried about the explosions. I was, too. I noticed that if the bombs did not detonate on impact, they would bounce back into the air, skipping around until they did explode. At least once, we narrowly avoided an explosion because one bounced over us instead of blowing up on impact.

Behind the bombers were these squat cylidrical rotating ground machines that were hunting down survivors. It look like a large gray metal cog, lying flat, and spinning very rapidly.

I asked Molly if she thought we would be safer if we split up? She said she didn't want to be alone. So we began searching for shelter frantically. We came across a building that had the appearance of both a church and a dark pink three decker. Night was approaching. We moved around back, climbed the stairs. There were no open doors, but at least we were on an mostly enclosed porch.

Suddenly, one of the machines extended eyestalks up to the porch window. We hid behind some long window blinds that were nearby. I told Molly not to move. The eyes watched us for sometime, until we fell asleep.

We awoke to a police officer and two elderly tennants asking us what we were doing here? We said that we were hiding from the machines. They said that they should turn us over to the machines, so we quickly departed.