Dream Journal
I was walking though a small town at night. The main road was on a hill, so I walked up and down the hill a few times. Multiple beams of light spring from the clouds over the bay to my left - they moved pretty quickly over the water and land as though they were spotlights. I knew this was a sign that the world was going to end.
I ran back up the hill and grabbed a small suitcase. I put some things in the bag that I thought I needed. I grabbed one of my dog’s toys when I realized that she could not come with me. I was not very sad at that realization and dropped her toy back onto the floor.
I grabbed a small box made of yellow plastic and carefully placed it in my suitcase. I was putting things into it very carefully and snuggly.
The beams consolidated into one that pointed precisely vertically to the water below. I was out of time. I zipped my suitcase and ran as fast as I could towards the water. I then swam out to the beam and looked up.
I was caught up into the beam of light with two other people. At the top, we climbed into a rowboat. In this boat, stretched out and relaxing, was God. His face was a greenish blue; He didn’t say anything. The boat was a little crowded with God and the three of us. I don’t know if I still had my suitcase or not.
Themes: End of the World
I knew the world was going to flood because I knew I had had this dream before. Instead of dreaming all of the details, the dream was mere snippets as if to remind me of what had happened in the previous dream.
I was standing with B and a little boy in the sloughs near Homer when the water started rising. B and I took off running so as to not drown at such a low elevation.
We were then in our car driving up a mountain road. At the very top we get out and climb into a hammock. We are both lying on our backs but want to move so that we can watch the waters rise.
With much commotion and fear of falling out of the hammock we manage to turn onto our right sides; B is spooning me. We have a great view of the bay and land and are excited to see the water level get higher and higher.
The water doesn’t quite reach the hammock. We get out and hop down off of a large boulder to a flat surface where two other families have made a bonfire near the mouth of a cave. We are the last remaining people on the earth. We roasted hot dogs.
Themes: End of the World
I was running through a locker room trying to find a place to urinate. I passed rows and rows of toilets without stalls, opting for the row at the end of the aisle.
When I turned the corner into this last row, I saw a large number of teenage girls dressed up and dancing - they were performing a sacred ritual. Not wanting to interrupt, I backtracked a row and selected a toilet in the middle of one wall; stalls lined the opposite wall.
As I turned to sit down, one of the girls involved in the ritual appeared directly in front of me; she was dancing. Not being able to wait any longer and no longer caring about disrupting their ritual, I sat on the toilet.
I was wearing a light purple thong and instead of pulling it down to my knees, I pulled my legs up until they were sticking up into the air and then pulled the back of my thong away from my body.
Melissa was now sitting on my right and watching to make sure I didn’t get any urine on my thong. At that point, a small group of guys in their early twenties appeared in the aisle heading towards the ritual row. I was embarrassed to be in such a compromising position.
I was sitting in a vehicle facing another vehicle in which sat a family - a man, a woman, and their 10-year-old boy; the boy was wearing a near-empty backpack. I was playing a game with them remotely.
As though I was seeing the world through my character, I came upon the boy’s character. It was very tall, green, and had what may have been decorative spikes all down its spine. It had a long tail and long snout - much like a dragon.
My character froze the boy’s dragon. I watched as it got very cold and stopped moving. Its tail curled up into a tiny coil as the freezing power worked its way down the tail.
I was sitting on the floor in a hallway with a group of high school friends just like we did in high school. Loren approached the group and sat down in his usual place. He was dressed very nicely and I could tell he was successful and happy. He said some things to me and then to the group; we were all very happy to see him.
I then heard Danny’s voice in the office at the end of the hallway and knew that he and B were making a delivery there. I got up from the group and hurried to the office. I saw Danny standing in the office: he smiled at me. Through an open doorway I saw B sitting in one of a group of small chairs placed in a semi-circle; he barely glanced in my direction.
Walking back to the group, I lean down and give Loren a big hug and tell him how much I’ve missed him before sitting down.
Then we were in the basement of my childhood church. It was set up for a party with a long table in the center filled with pot-luck-type foods. At the other side of the basement, a small table held a large cake. There were few people in the basement setting up for the party.
Pam stood over the long table arranging and placing plates of finger food. She was wearing a long skirt and heels. I walked past her headed for the cake and she turned to watch me pass. I was determined to not look at her, but when I got to the end of the long table I turned and made eye contact with her. I willed for her to see all the hurt in my eyes.
Ryan and Loren were standing at the cake table: Ryan was beaming. He told me that he had hid the engagement ring for KatiAnn inside the cake. The cake was square; it was covered with black frosting and had a hill of black bead-like decorations on top - it was in this hill that he had put the ring.
Loren and I told him that he shouldn’t have done that. KatiAnn wasn’t the only person that was going to eat from the cake - what if someone else found it? He was still convinced that his idea was brilliant.
From a closed door behind me, I heard what I thought was KatiAnn vomiting violently. I cracked the door open and peeked in. At first I saw a thick pinkish vomit-like substance being tossed onto the floor from a bucket. Then I saw Dan, a man who works at the church, holding the bucket; he was cleaning the floor with this substance, a heavy-duty cleaner.
He told me that he was preparing for the murder: the pastor was going to shoot Maryann in the head tonight just before the potluck. I was horrified that the murder was going to happen so soon right next to the food table and that the pastor would be a murderer.
I feel a need to stop the pastor, but don’t know what to do.
I turned my attention back to the black cake and again told Ryan that we needed to get the ring out of there. He finally agreed and we started poking around in the black hill. Knowing the murder is imminent, I dig my hands in to the cake. I lean over one edge and he the other, scooping frosting and decorations. After quite a bit of searching, the ring has not been found and the cake is ruined.
Frustrated, I turn and see the pastor walking down the stairs into the basement. Maryann’s death flashes through my mind—the pastor standing over her, gunshot wound to the head, her body lying in a large pool of blood, people eating food—and I nearly have a panic attack.
Themes: Pam & Tina
I was in Sam’s Club with Melissa walking down the aisle of checkout counters; we were hungry and decided to get some food from the little diner. We turned left to look at the diner at the back of the store: it was just closing for the night.
We were a little discouraged but were so hungry that we decided to settle for the small deli off to the side of the store. Through the glass on one side we could see that it offered rolled up pieces of sliced ham sitting in a pile, on the other side was a pile of sliced cheddar cheese.
We turned around and saw Dani and one other person eating an ice cream cone. I wondered where she got it.
While standing and talking with her, the view was as if there was a camera directly above us zooming out. The camera, as it were, could not pick up any sound of the conversation.
B and I were looking at an apartment for rent. It was very large and had two floors. The apartment was set back in the woods and pretty secluded - we really liked that. Upstairs, he, a friend, and I stepped into a small bare room from the bedroom. The ceiling was tall, but there was nothing in the room - it only had plywood covering the walls, ceiling, and floor. I could tell that the roof in this room is peaked - it looks like a small tower from the outside.
B was on a ladder inspecting the ceiling of the bare room when our friend’s pager goes off. The display shows the name of the landlord. She dismisses it and tells me that he has paged her 5 times in the past ten minutes. We had locked the downstairs door so we could look at the apartment alone.
Back downstairs, we unlocked the door and there stood the landlord. He was an short and slightly round man in his sixties. He said that all he wanted was to be inside while we looked at the bedroom. He appeared very nervous, but not upset in the least that we had locked him out of his place.
Then I was sitting in the living room looking out a large bay window wearing a pale v-neck nightshirt that barely covers my butt cheeks. To my left a door opens and from the room emerges a blonde actress I immediately recognize.
She is wearing a similar nightshirt and her butt cheeks are red. My nerves immediately act up because I know it is now my turn. She went to a couch on the opposite wall and folded her legs underneath her. From the room emerged a petite lady in her fifties - she was the landlord’s wife.
She motioned to me, and I got up and turned into the room. There was a small window on the opposite wall with a view of some trees. In the center of the room is my waterbed. All of the blankets are piled on the floor by the foot of the bed, but they are still tucked in.
She tells me to lie down, and I briefly wonder which end of the bed I should put my head. I lie on my stomach with my head at the foot of the bed. I can feel my nightshirt pull up and expose more of my butt.
Then I am on my back and the blankets are pulled up to just barely cover my breasts. B is on top of me and sucking my breasts. I glance down and see the blankets pull back slightly and reveal my nipples. B is fully clothed, but only the blankets cover me.
I become aware that B is thrusting his pelvis against mine through the blankets. The sensation is very strong, as are his thrusts, and I climax.
I was sitting on a couch in the middle of a field; B was sitting to my left. In the dream we aren’t married but just good friends. He put his right hand above my left knee and I slid my left hand under his right leg. I thought how this is okay, but anything further would definitely be pushing the friends boundary.
My mom is sitting in a chair facing the couch. All three of us are having a light conversation when I realize I had scooted much closer to B. He had his right arm over my shoulder and was caressing the top of my left breast (the part showing above my shirt) with the fingertips of his left hand.
I held a square pillow in front of our faces so that my mother would not be able to hear or see what I was telling him. I firmly told him to stop touching me - I was married to someone else, and this was beyond inappropriate. He pulled his hand away from my breast but kept his other arm around my shoulders.
I pushed his off and scooted to the other side of the couch. I kept looking at him warily, expecting him to touch me again.
Themes: B
I was in my parents’ house. Hundreds of pictures of Melissa covered the counter in the kitchen. I started down the stairs to the basement and saw my entire family having a yelling match in the stairwell. I told dad to get over himself and quit being a jerk. All I wanted to do was go downstairs.
I was sitting on my couch and Melissa walked into the room from the hallway. She was holding a small tray of nail polish bottles. She sat down on my right. The tray was in front of me on the coffee table, but she also had it in on the back of the couch above my head.
She was looking through the colors, trying to find the one she wanted to show me. I saw in the tray on the table that there was a small bottle of Orangina, the drink. I picked it up and saw that it was half full.
I put it back and asked her what she had thought about it. She told me that she really didn’t like it all that much. Teasing, I said that she must really like it. She told me that she didn’t, and again I said that she loved it. More emphatically, she told me that she hates it.
I said, “So what you’re really trying to say is…” She hit me really hard on my bicep.
Themes: Melissa
I was at a large nightclub with Melissa and a group of girls. I saw my cousin Misti walking up a flight of stairs. She was wearing a skirt too short and I could easily see her underwear. Misti’s mom, Cris, came up to me with a cocktail in her hand. She told me that there was too much porn at the club.
Some people I hung out with in high school were standing by a long row of touch screen monitors. I joined them and saw that they were playing a geography game on the monitor where you draw and identify a country of the world on a virtual globe.
Marton Csokas (the villain in Triple X) took a turn at drawing, but did more than his turn by drawing in numerous European countries as well as the Sahara Desert.
I turn around and look behind me. All of a sudden I am in a pent house type suite and am looking out large picture windows at the Sahara Desert. The house is Marton Csokas’ home and is beautiful. The floors are marble and the area is very spacious and set up as one large room; it is only one floor tall.
Our group is swimming in the indoor pool. I am sitting on one edge of the pool naked and holding some sort of bar or long pipe over my stomach. Marton Csokas scoots up next to me and I am overwhelmingly aware of my white breasts and un-perky nipples.
Now evening, I hop out of the pool and take a walk past the outside pool while Marton Csokas follows me. In the distance, a tower stands on a small hill. At the top of the tower is a beacon light. The light stops blinking and a man steps from behind the tower. It is too far away to make out his identity. Fog rolls in, causing the tower and the man to disappear. The beacon light begins blinking again.
Back inside, I run and jump into the inside pool. I realize the other people in the pool are the servants, not my friends. I decide to ask them about Marton Csokas. They gush wonderful things about him and emphasize how good of a dancer he is. The lights in the main room come up and large group of people are swing dancing. Marton Csokas is dancing with someone and I am slightly jealous.
Themes: Melissa
I was leaning against Ryan, a friend from high school. I linked arms with him and put my head on his shoulder. My head fit perfectly in the space between his shoulder and neck.
Themes: Ryan
B and I were putting on our second wedding ceremony. I was all dressed up in a white gown and very long veil. The veil was attached to a circular headpiece.
The reception was underway. There were rows of chairs with people sitting, eating cake, and talking. I was walking through the aisle of chairs and see a man sitting off to my left. All of a sudden I am furious at this man.
I reach behind my head to remove my veil. There was a small cream-colored pin that attached the veil to the headpiece; I pulled out the pin with my right hand and handed the fabric to someone on my right. The scene where I pulled out the pin replayed a few times.
I hitched up my skirt and started rushing over towards the man. I pushed people and chairs aside: I was going to beat this guy up.
Melissa called my name from behind me and told me that I had to come look. Frustrated that I had not yet reached the man, I reluctantly turned around and saw the cake and the table on which it sat was on fire.
B’s dad, who was a widower, was trying to put the fire out with his jacket. While someone else looked for a fire extinguisher.
Themes: B
I was lying in bed on my back. My dog Lacey was laying on my left side also on her back in such a position that my hand rested on her stomach. I pet her for a little bit and then sat up.
Holding her on her back, I removed from her stomach a large grayish-brown cylindrical thing. It was slightly hard, about four inches in diameter, and four inches tall. I then took out her pelvic bone. The brown thing was either sitting on top of her pelvis or around it; I needed to remove it before I could remove her pelvic bone.
As soon as I took out her pelvic bone, all of her internal organs fell from their place and settled in her lower abdomen - the pelvic bone no longer held everything in place. At this point she started squirming because having all of her soft organs out of place was greatly uncomfortable.
I tried to keep her still because I didn’t want her to be hurt, and I wasn’t done. Removing the two items from her body caused the skin around her abdomen to become grossly stretched out. It was disconnected from her legs at the knees. Through these holes I had pulled her pelvic bone.
Her feet were stuck inside the holes - as though she had tried pulling on a pair of pants and her nails caught the fabric. Holding her as still as possible, I gently pulled her feet out. As I was doing this, I thought that I should have replaced her pelvic bone.