So the
following dreams are from Wednesday night.
I groggily jotted down details after waking up from a series of
dreams. After writing slightly
understandable notes, I fell back asleep.
I have slept several times since then, and dreams get foggier and foggier
the longer I wait to write them in detail.
I’ll do my best to reconstruct the dreams from my note reminders, but it
will unfortunately not be as awesome as it should be.
#1 Beautiful B&E
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| An actual Google "street view" of historic district in my town |
One part of
the dream involves hubby and I breaking and entering into a lovely 2-story
Victorian. It looked like the big
historic houses down in the older part of town.
We enter into the front parlor to tinker around. I become fascinated with the ethereal
contents of a small closet. Without
taking anything, we leave the house.
We cross a
lush green yard to a smaller 1-story Victorian that sits less than 50 yards
from the house. It is a miniaturized version
of the home we were just in and serves as a guest house.
This is where things become fuzzier, and my
notes just say “3tf person says creepy.”
I don’t know or remember what that means.
#2 Adulterer
At some point
a revelation occurs to me in the dream.
I realize that hubby’s parents are royalty – the king and queen.
The scene and
characters change. Now I’m in a sparsely
decorated bachelor pad with high ceilings.
I’m sitting on a well-worn leather sofa with several other people. I’m engaged to my ex-boyfriend from college,
but am relaying to my friends on the couch that I have had a torrid love affair
with Jacoby (who looks like a combo of Blair Redford and Taylor Lautner) as
well as a lesbian affair with a dark-haired girl.
The next
sub-dream I remember a bit more of.
Perhaps it is because I have a lot of dreams within the same vein. That vein being confusion and panic.
#3 - Phone Theives
The
environment is a busier version of Greek Row from my undergrad days. The sidewalks are packed with so many people
walking to and fro that it looks like a piece was cut out of NYC. All around me are cell phone thieves. I see them conning and pick-pocketing dozens
of people as they walk by. I decide to
go elsewhere.
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| Yellow Samsung |
Not I’m
underground in a subway station that is just as packed with people as Greek Row
was. I start walking through the throngs
of people and grab for my phone, probably to call hubby. I pull out my cell, and my pink iPhone has
been replaced with a monstrous yellow Samsung touch screen behemoth. I’m not familiar with the buttons and
controls, but I discover that the ID pictures next to the names in her top
contacts are all smiling, obsess black women.
I go to the
phone’s touch screen keypad to manually dial hubby. The first three numbers of his cell are
344. Every time I press “4,” the phone’s
display types out a “2.” I try over and
over again to get the “4” button to output a “4.”
I’ve given up
on the phone. I can’t call hubby, so I’ll
have to walk to somewhere. Home or a
friend’s house or something. I’ve left
the subway tunnel and am walking through a city in the freezing cold. Snow covers the ground. It is the hard kind of snow that has been
salted and plowed and then sat in freezing temperatures for days. The cold is crippling, and I’m trying my best
to make it across the bridge, past the parking lot, and indoors to a big Catholic
church that stands in the distance.
I don’t even
make it past the bridge. I collapse on
the frozen sidewalk that lines the bridge.
Eventually, a red-headed man with a thick Irish accent approaches my
little black puddle of shivering bones. He
has come from the Catholic church. He’s
standing over me and wants to help. At
this point in the dream my mind gives me bits and pieces, fragments, as if I am
going in and out of consciousness. A
cabby pulls up to the curb where I’m huddled.
I manage to say “I’m in Alton,” (both in the dream and out loud in real
life).
Talking in my
sleep has woken me slightly, but my mind refuses to be denied of saying what it
wanted to say. Lingering in between
dream-state and consciousness, I say “I live in [my town]*…”
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| Ambered Quarantine Zone |
Once I’ve
delved back into dream land, I’m still outside in the cold and the frozen snow,
but it is now dark outside. I’m on my
feet and I’m back in my town. I’m out
here because my co-worker, Taar, called me.
She needs me to amber a quarantine zone.
I start
walking to go amber the place, but the cold has become even more severe now that
the sun has gone down. I turn back to
return home. On my walk back, I’m
carefully walking the sidewalk down a hill and I see my friend Pawe at the
bottom of the hill. She is very drunk
and has her thumb stuck out, attempting to hitchhike. When I get to the bottom of the hill, I put
my arm around her and tell her I’m taking her home with me. She doesn’t put up a fuss, but shows a
drunken enthusiasm upon seeing me. She’s
especially excited that we are wearing the same shirt.
We begin
walking, but Pawe has decided to leave her shoes behind. On our trek, we cross paths with some super
skeevy perverts with whom Pawe engages in conversation. I steer her past them and shoot them dirty
looks.
End of snowy
dream sequence, my mind creates a single dream thought: “Orange is The New
Black is now showing on Starz instead of Netflix….”
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| Ickis |
And then into
a new dream. It is the end of days as a
horrifying creature is terrorizing Earth!
When I first see him, he looks kind of like Ickis
from “Aaahh!! Real Monsters” (an old Nickolodeon cartoon). Except he has spiraling rows of razor-sharp
teeth. Also, he shape shifts, growing
larger and grosser at will. Just to
prove his amazing monster powers, he eats an orca in one gulp in front of a
huge stadium of people.
I am part of a task force to rid the world of this evil and
his minions! I’m decked out in super
futuristic military gear, my armored outfit all silver and black. I have a helmet with super fancy tech, so
everything I see looks like a video game with scales and focus circles and
stuff.
I start my mission with other militaristic comrades, and we’re
flying over the river that runs through the city (not in a plane or anything,
just in our super cool suits). It is
night out, but that doesn’t stop us with our uber-tech! I am shooting minions left and right with a
big-ass gun and some pretty massive bullets.
I’m sprialling through the air, I’m aiding comrades, I’m putting my life
on the line for mankind!
My team stops in the back yards of a suburban part of town to
regroup. They’re talking and planning
and goofing off. I’m playing around with
my oversized gun. That’s when I discover
that I can shoot horizontal rays of finely focused fire. The rays are about 2-3 feet across and
continuous.
We continue our mission in a small mall. Minions are everywhere! Civilians scatter and dive for cover as we
fly in all bad-ass and mow down minions.
I turn to flame one that is on a support beam, but I’m out of ammo. I’m not sure I know how to reload the
super-tech gun of awesomeness. I fly
down into a dimly lit corridor, and find a dispenser in the wall. When I pull down the hatch, it dispenses
several hair curlers of different colors one right after the other. A couple of my comrades have come to hide out
in the corridor as well. I dispense the
hair-roller ammo bits depending on what color my comrades say they need.
I tend to have these multi-dreams all rolled into one more often than not. And it tends to be that the last of the sub-dreams is the most fun.
*for obvious
reasons, I don’t want to disclose where I live.
I didn’t actually say “my town.”
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