A shot in the dark

Today I dreamt I was getting shot at by two black men in a small car. I was standing with a few little black children (boys) and they were playing. They were very small, thin, and bald. Suddenly, we were shot at in a rhythmic manner. No warning at all. I grabbed the white t-shirt of the one closest to me and pulled him down, Be careful, get down! I shouted. I crawled behind two walls, bullet-ridden, and finally the shooting stopped and the drivers drove off. I woke up and realized the rhythm of the shooting came from my heater.

Legos and PoPo

I was a small boy, long dark blonde hair, who was very smart. Lanky, wearing long, no-brand polo shirts and dark khaki shorts with low sneakers. The police were on my trail because I think I'd done something bad and they were close to figuring it out. They needed only one piece of the puzzle - they followed me very closely, because I needed Lego pieces to complete some kind of equation, some kind of rightness. They didn't catch me though they did tail me - because they thought I went to the displays for 20 bucks to call my girlfriend. I also painted and what I wanted to do was bring about my paintings, paintings didn't all totally make sense, girl letting go a red balloon, like Bansky's. One was a nuclear bomb going off though.

Then I switched to the POV of the detectives at the scene of a railroad crossing and some sort of small riot. The dispacter was on the verge of telling us what was going on, asking, "do you want me to inform you about the situation?" I was a middle-aged female detective and I said "yes" and she was going to inform me when I woke up. Damn.

Pied Piper

Today, I napped. Amber had another baby, a son, and I promised to take care of him and her daughter because someone was after them and Amber knew her time was running out.

Rush

There were three dogs and one, a border collie, became infected with the monster. My friend, I cannot remember her name, she doesn't exist in waking life, told me to stay away from it. The dog had a spine which humped in two places. It was the monster growing into itself. There was a house surrounded by dreary, dark woods, and floodlights which somehow made things worse, not better. A blue Cadillac sat in the driveway. I ran with my friend to the Cadillac and opened the backdoor - my youngest sister was lying there, amidst a pile of blankets, either ill or tired or both. I told her Stay here! Please don't move. I'm going to get the keys and we will get right out of here, okay? A weak Okay floated out to me. I slammed the door and ran to my friend. Need the keys, I told her. Go get them, she said, scanning the woods for the appearance of the monster dog.

The house was old, but filled with people rushing this way and about, some with wild eyes, some with disbelieving eyes. There was a woman who was old and pretty, with crazed eyes, scouring something in the sink. I didn't pause to look or ask. I needed those keys. When I found them, I raced back to the Cadillac and opened the backdoor to find my sister gone. She's gone, I can't find her! I said to my friend. My friend looked thoughtful. I was going to go look for my sister. We set off together, but the two remaining dogs, a Welsh corgi and a dachsund, followed us, enthusiastically barking with joy. My friend looked pained, We can't take them with us, they'll attract the monster. I need to find my sister, what are we going to do? Well, I will stay here with them, she said quietly, and you will go find her in the house, the woods, somewhere. I looked at her. One of those dogs is mutated. I know. We nodded to each other solemnly and I left her, at the border between the clearing and the woods. I ran back to the house, climbed washer and dryer to pull myself into the tops of the house, frantically ran through it, but for all it seemed large on the outside, it was cramped and its rooms hidden. I saw fraternity brothers rushing willy nilly. This was supposed to have been their rush week and it had failed abysmally because of their antics to summon the monster.

My friend was a tall, shapely girl with dirty blonde hair and a kind face who wore a t-shirt and jeans and flip-flops and looked like she was in a sorority, which I don't think she was. I woke up groggy and uncertain.

Names changed to protect the not-so innocent

Today I took a nap and dreamt I was driving to the gym. Wick took me home. I asked for a ride but that was surely strange because my car was there and I didn't need one. I had driven it and it was working. He drove the same car as mine. PJ was in the car. PJ's face changed to look like Lom's face and it was so strange because I commented on how tall he was and laughed and felt sad and looked forlornly out the window. Wick dropped PJ off first.

I didn't actually have him drop me off at my real apartments because I was too ashamed of it. I faked it and expected him to wait for me, to see if I had gone inside the darker, more gray, but immimently more respectable apartment complex, but he had gone, quietly. I walked the few blocks back to my apartment, which was sunny and bright with people playing basketball. Young black men, young hispanic and Asian women were also playing and there were all sorts of balls around, the kind cihldren kick around, with stars and colors all over. I tried to kick one towards the open court, but the women protested and said they weren't playing with them. I apologized, because by that time I'd rolled 3 of the balls over. I quickly went up the steps and thought to myself how fortunate it was that Wick had not offered a kiss and that we had not ended up sleeping together. I was very happy and proud I had made the right decision. Now all I had to do was find a way to get my car back.

This dream was strangely related to my waking life (not because these events happened at all or are true in any form, but because I know what triggered these events, how they came to be implanted in my brain) except we don't have a large basketball court in front of the apartments. It made me feel good about many decisions I made.

Charon carry me home

I dreamt a tale the other night. I was attending a wedding and I tried to do something surreptitiously and interrupted and all eyes were on me. I walked out with my head held high and the dream faded.

I was a boy and had woken up with a friend in what appeared to be Victorian sewers. There was a canal with dirty green water flowing by me. The ceilings in the place were daunting, large and all-encompassing. My friend knelt down without a word and began tying together comforters and floated comfortably into the green-grey water without getting wet. I frantically tried to weave together the remaining blankets, but to no avail.

How do I do it? I called after him in panic, wanting to hear the answer before he rounded the stone bend.

You have to find redemption. It won't stay afloat until you do, he called back to me. Within moments, he had drifted from my sight. I wasn't sure redemption for what.

I took stock of my surroundings and began to have a horrible feeling about it all. I knew I couldn't stay here long, but the reason I had wanted to float down the canal was because there were all these built-in places on the sides of the canal, sticking out at odd angles. And I knew that walking through there (places which I sensed would be dark) would be far more horrible than what awaited me in the canal.

Without thinking, I began speaking aloud, asking for guidance. Where am I? I remembered asking. A disembodied voice answered You know where you are and what you have to do. I think I did know where I was and had a vague idea about what I had to do.

Please let me tell you how I came to be here. Perhaps you will understand when you hear. The voice was silent, but I knew it was listening.

The scenery changed as I reminisced. The dream changed to become sepia and Victorian. I was a happy child and my parents loved me and made me work to develop a good work ethic. I was a newspaper delivery boy and enjoyed my job. My parents were merchants, with good business acumen. I remember once my parents took me to see the first movie ever made and they let me pay for my own ticket. I was thrilled, so proud. This period was the happiest time of my life.

The family business did too well however, and my parents began squabbling and fighting about money...things fell apart.

Here I stopped telling the story. The dream ended there. I think the canal was the River Styx modernized and the voice Hades. In the dream, everything was so clear to me.

Boojums and children

A few nights ago, restlessly, I dreamt about a boojum coming after me and my sisters. It was a strange, dark, gray dream and it was floating around outside the windows of a run-down Victorian house. I was running so fast down a flight of rickety stairs I thought I was going to fall and die. But in the end, I think I did it. I woke up and it was too early so I fell back asleep, but I did not remember my dreams again and when the alarm rang, the bits from the first dream were already growing vague on me. I felt completely woolly-headed.

Victorian eaters

Last night I was feverish and my dreams were nightmarish. I was on a road trip with quite a few people stuffed into 1 car. John David was there. Erin was there. There were a few faces I can't make out now, but one Arabic girl named Matiya who, to my knowledge, does not exist in waking life.

We had stopped by a clearing with a beautiful old Victorian house. The house was perhaps three stories tall and painted a pastel color - some faint teal. It was very beautiful and every single window had curtains so you could never see inside. It was in a clearing, but surrounded by the woods. Murky sunlight still hit the house. The house was haunted, we knew. We had heard tales of how it ate its occupants and no trace of them was ever again found. I and two others got out of the car. To take a closer look...to clear my head. I am not certain why. But when I turned around, Matiya had driven off. The three of us left looked at the disappearing car in disbelief and though we screamed at it to stop, did not attempt to run futilely after it. A police cruiser pulled up and a cop named Clarke came out.

At first she was sympathetic and gave us good advice about where to stay for the night with our friends gone. I had adamantly told her we would not be staying in the carnivorous house. She nodded and agreed and said there was a good place in town, if we wanted to catch a ride with her. I was trying to make up my mind when we heard the roar of the car and Matiya came back. Everyone pooled out of the car.

Officer Susannah Clarke (for that is her name) suddenly changed her tune. She insisted we stay in the house, that with so many people, surely nothing would happen. I began screaming at her that if we stayed overnight at the house, we would die. Everyone watched the argument and chimed in momentarily to back me up.

I woke up, feeling flushed and hot and cold. I headed to the restroom to wash off my face and to pee, feeling fuzzy-headed and sore.

Stores and more galore

Fitful night yesterday. I was in an Asian supermarket and there was this grandfather of a family we had known in Connecticut there. He asked me questions about my life, how things were going...I called him the wrong name. I kept calling him the name of my mother's friend, the ship captain. The scenery switched a lot and I went to Danny's house and then into his bedroom. It looked like his waking world bedroom, but also different. There was a black, metallic chair, which I remembered from a picture on a blog I'd been reading before I went to bed. I lay down on it and then I woke up. Strange thing is, that grandfather is dead in waking life. Died a year ago and he never really spoke much to me at all. Nice man. His wife was nice too. I am going to dismiss these dreams as nothing more than feverish concoctions because I'm coming down with a little something something.

Skip and die

Today was a return back to the nightmares. I dreamt there was a monster roaming the house who looked like Skip from Angel. He did take breaks occasionally to rest up before the next hunt. Todd from school tried to stop him by drawing him out with a mixture of milk and baked goods, all sloshed together in a bowl, but to be honest, Todd was just as scared as everyone else (there were 6 of us altogether). This monster was hidden in the closet and once I was stuck inside there, while it went on a hunt for food. I was grateful to not be the only one in the closet, while I crouched among the dried goods. But not so grateful afterwards because I did hear it eat someone; someone I am not friends with, but that does not mean anything. I woke up, confused and my body's aches told me I'd been too long in this sleeping position. So I sleepily rearranged myself and then promptly fell back into another nightmare.

The dream sizzled and changed and and a new monster came to the forefront. More subtle. I heard a knock on the front door and told Leah not to open it. She shrugged and told me it was her friend, Red Sonja, who I remember in the dream, was beautiful with long dark hair and an insolent face. I ducked back into the bedroom, not wanting to see the ensuing carnage. I heard the door slamming minutes after it had been opened and a great commotion in the kitchen. I peeked out to see the monster had not come in because Leah had managed to slam the door shut in time, but it had broken through the windows and wrapped its arms around her. To be seen was to be staked out by the monster, and so I crouched down by the cabinets, tossed a glass cup to Leah, and told her to break it in half and slice Red Sonja's arms. Leah told me impatiently that she understood. Leah is not this strong in waking life. The monster was hideous, an ugly mimic of the human form. Its hair was still dark, and its face was still insolent, but now also hideous and wicked, its arms a sickly yellow (as of milk curd) as it wrapped its long, clawed fingers around Leah.

The alarm rang and I was out of bed in a flash.

Puff of cheek

I dreamt about stroking someone's cheek and it wasn't someone I should have wanted. I can't remember any other details.

Le Samourai loves donuts

I dreamt I was vacillating between being two people - Alain Delon in Le Samourai and his wife, who turned out to be a frumpy, fat woman who loved him very much. Our little samourai was going to either kill a lot of people, or he was going to be stealing money from his boss (because the two are entirely the same level of heinous, I'm certain) and he needed his wife's help. In preparation for either being laid off or ending the world, he was stocking up on donuts in a fridge in his little "fallout/unemployment" shelter and he had himself a little kidnappee who wasn't responding very well to being held at gunpoint.

I guess I am making it sound a little funny, but it's not really because when I became his wife, I came to the door with more donuts and thought "I wish I were more beautiful, more like the kind of woman he really deserved, more gracious, more of a femme fatale." Instead, she was just this messy, overweight, and tired woman with a kind face, but nothing more than that.

I switched then to being Alain, who was coldly explaining why he was stocking up on donuts, and then he took one up and took a bite out of it and then made a face - it was one of those really thin, crispy donuts. Uhmmmm it actually wasn't really a donut - it was more of a small, loopy elephant ear.

Then a certain someone barged into the room and I woke up and saw it was morning.

The sea and we

I dreamt that my mom and dad were with me by the ocean. We were sitting in a little enclave in the ocean, made of up slanting stones, a floating couch and TV, and other bits of floating furniture and odds-and-ends. I was sitting with my mother on the stone and I was trying to cheer her up by showing her the nifty things around us. She kept telling me in a dull voice that I would fall off if I didn't sit still. Then dolphins surfaced and I pointed them out to her "Mom, two dolphins jumping together!" She paid them no mind, but her warning came true and I began to slide down into the sea. I screamed and floundered, even though I knew I could swim, because I was angry at her for letting it happen.

My father swam over and buoyed me up and helped me get to the couch, which I climbed gratefully onto and then I turned back to find my mother and she was not there anymore.

Silly dream. I would rather have nightmares or happy ones, not these strangely off-putting ones.

Vague formulas and gadgets

Yesterday, I dreamt that I received a new, shiny red motorola cellular phone. I don't even like those. I do need a new phone however because mine broke down today. Does that mean something, do you think? I also dreamt I was in a math class, teaching. I was pretty good at it too.

Not a very exciting night.

Lighthouses and Monsters

Yesterday, I dreamt I was away by the sea. The world was gray and beautiful and sometimes dark. I was with a friend, but this is not someone I know in my waking life. She was with me. I was with Mark. There was a family living in a white house by the cliffs and the white house had a lighthouse attached to it. The family was leaving that night. The lighthouse had been their daughter's room. I was going to have to sleep there that night, after they had gone.

I went back to the house we were staying at. I told my friend there was something wrong with the lighthouse and she pulled out a baby monitor - the family had left it behind. She said we could use it to track the ghost's progress. I heard the clanking of the chains on the ghost and she looked like that dripping woman in Alvin Schwartz' book, Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. I put my fingers to my lips to hush my friend and she and I parted ways upstairs, walking tentatively down the dark, wooden hallways to separate rooms. Mark had looked nervous when I told him about my dilemma when we were both at the foot of the stairs, before hearing that dreaded clanking, that I had to go sleep in the lighthouse when it was haunted. I finally realized why.

I heard the ghost muttering "Obama, Obama, Obama" over and over as she climbed the stairs slowly. I realized why Mark had looked so nervous. I somehow surmised she was looking to claim a man's soul, to eat it up alive. It was never me or my friend she was after. I settled back into the chair in a wonderful room upstairs and waited. I could hear the static from the baby monitor and it was comforting, in a strange way. I did wonder idly if she would come for me afterward, but I believed she would be too full.

My friend had beautiful curly blonde hair, full cheeks, and was beautifully plump. She was more a large child than a young woman. I couldn't see myself, but I think I looked much as I do in waking life.

I woke up to the sound of rain and then it was time to go. That is all I remember.