Dream Journal
Tina, Melissa and I got onto an amusement park ride. The ride was brand new and was a bright blue and lime green. Once we were strapped in, the operator (my old band conductor), asked me if I wanted to control the ride for its first spin.
Very excited about it, I got out and quickly went to the control panel. Pressing a large white rubber pad starts the ride. When I pressed the pad, nothing happened. I pressed it numerous times and yielded the same results. Tina and Melissa get off the ride and go to the bathroom while I work on getting it started. I press the white pad with both of my hands and most of my weight and the ride starts while Tina and Melissa are still gone.
Next to the white pad are a number of colored square controls that make the ride move in random ways. The ride is situated inside of a room with paneled walls.
I pushed on the red pedal; it made one part of the ride elevate. This part scrapes the wall of the room. The room is not large enough for everything this ride can do. I press the red pedal again to make the section go back down.
Themes: Melissa, Melissa, Pam & Tina
I was in a church sanctuary. The room was perfectly round and was sunk into the floor low enough that, when sitting, no person’s head stuck above the floor. The seats were set around the perimeter of the room so that everyone could be seen equally. One seat was reserved for the pastor; his wife sat to his right.
I had organized a potluck for after church. Everyone was supposed to bring food and place it in a specific place on the grass outside. When I arrived, people had parked on the grass in the very place I had designated for placing the food. There was one bowl of potato salad sitting in the appropriate place that had miraculously not been run over.
It was the first day of my senior year in high school. I drove into the parking lot and found a few parking spaces right next to the stairway and was happy that I had got there a little early. I walked through the sophomore hallway and wondered if they realized I was a senior. My classmates were already upstairs in the senior hallway. I went into a room at the end of the hallway and sat on top of a desk. I talked with two or three other classmates who sat in a similar fashion.
I was in a large, dark cave with a female friend and a large group of people. The other people in the group began passing out like dominoes. I grabbed two round air fresheners and put one on my and my friend’s chests. I told my friend to put her face as close to the freshener as possible and breathe deeply. This was to prevent us from passing out because of the noxious gas. As the gas became less potent, we had to get our noses closer to the fresheners.
When the gas was gone, we took our faces from our chests and saw that every other person in the cave had passed out. We ran to the back of the cave to hide; we did not want the bad guy to see that we were still awake.
At the back of the cave were rows and rows of soda cans stacked six feet high. We each grabbed a large pick and ran down each row with the pick held in the cans. We tore open every single soda can, yet soda did not pour out onto the floor.
We sat down against a wall in the dark confident we had thwarted the bad guy’s evil plan as he stepped into the cave.
B and I were on a large black ship with a small crew. We owned this ship and were out on a voyage. B and I stepped off of the ship onto the shore. We turned around in time to watch our shop sink nose first, in the same manner of the Titanic.
Themes: B
My boss’ daughter was in my office showing me some glittery eye makeup she was going to share with all of her friends at that night’s sleepover. One of my coworkers sarcastically said how wonderful that would be to share makeup with a large group of people. The boss’ daughter agreed.
As she was leaving the office, I told her that the coworker was being sarcastic. When she didn’t know what the word meant, I explained that it meant not saying the truth.
There were a lot of people in the office. Tables were set up in the back room in such a way that I could not get to the color ink jet printer in the back corner. I bump into a woman coming out of the bathroom with a pale green facemask on her nose. There was another woman sitting right in front of the color printer doing her nails. I decide to forget the printer and get back to my desk.
I was then sitting on a bench outside with a group of board members and their spouses. Everyone was very dressed up. One ex-member of the board was talking to a current member about how poor she and her husband are and yet she still wouldn’t want to come back onto the board of directors.
There was a large pile of dirt in front of me and to my left. While I had nothing else to do but sit and wait, I got down on my knees onto the stone ground and moved the pile of dirt little bits at a time using a twelve inch wooden ruler.
Halfway through moving the pile, it turned from dirt into chinos and boots. There were dark blue, dark grey, and black men’s chinos mixed in with brown and red leather high-heeled women’s boots.
The red boots really stood out in the pile of dark clothing. I continued moving the pile with my wooden ruler, but it was more difficult.
I walked with B along the shore looking for our ship. We saw it off in the distance. As we waited for it to get to shore, I needed to urinate. We walked farther along the shore and came to a gap in the cliff face.
Inside the gap was a log walkway that went out over the lake. The end of each log was nailed to the next; the entire walkway was suspended over the lake and supported by the log before it. The walkway led out over the lake, then curved to the right and led up around a point to a cave that was out of sight.
I was driving my mom’s GMC Yukon in her yard. Trying to get into the perfect position to complete my plan, I was driving forward and back, forward and back in front of the lawn. Each time I went forward and braked, a doll that looked just like my grandmother flew off of the car and onto the lawn.
Each time I would pick the doll up and push buttons into the eyes, nose, and mouth then place her back onto the roof. I wondered how many times the doll would have to fly before Mom or Dad came running out to see if Grandma was okay; they never did.
I was in a big hurry and finally got the car into place.
I had a large crush on Robert. We were in some special ops diving group together; everyone in the group was wearing heavy diving suits. We stood in a circle around a hole in the floor of our vessel. One by one, the group members fell back first into the hole and swam under the water backwards. Robert fell in just before I did. Swimming backwards, I went under the water and through a small tunnel.
I then had to urinate, so I go into my mother’s coatroom at the back of her house. There are still a lot of coats, snow pants, hats, gloves, and boots still in the room. I pushed aside a coat to reveal a skinny urinal.
I unzipped my diving suit from my legs up to my crotch. Then I unsnapped my pants like one would unsnap baby clothing to change a diaper. I thought how fortunate I was to have layers like this so I wouldn’t have to completely undress to go to the bathroom.
Once my layers were undone, I backed up to the urinal and began to urinate. A few drops of urine fell onto the boots below the urinal, so I tried rotating my pelvis further back to get better aim.
When I was finished and snapping up my clothing, Damon appeared to my left and leaned over to flush the urinal for me. He saw I got urine on the handle and decided against touching it. I looked on the other side of the small coatroom and found a really fancy toilet paper roll. It was a natural cotton brown color and had a matching tassel. I tore off the tassel and used a few sheets to wipe off the sides of the urinal. I balanced the tassel on the roll and replaced it back to its hook.
There was a small earthquake. I asked an elderly lady if she had felt it; she hadn’t.
I am 11 or 12 years old. Mom tells me to help Grandma with her potatoes (my grandmother in my dream looks and acts nothing like my waking life grandmother). Every year she sells her potatoes to help the poor through a local charity.
For every pound of potatoes she brings, she is paid $1. I help load the potatoes into a tin bucket the charity is using for weighing the potatoes. After a few buckets, I realize that the people weighing and tallying the potatoes don’t realize Grandma had acres of potatoes. She and I keep refilling the bucket and potatoes fill the room.
A tan colored van had been donated to my workplace, and I was given the responsibility to drop it off somewhere. I am told I need to take it to 900th Avenue on the corner of 523rd. I have no idea where this is, but think I might know where the 500s are.
I get the key from a coworker and walk outside into the snow; it is early winter. The van’s cab is completely open to elements. There are no doors, only a partial roof, and no dash; the car was designed and built that way.
In order to start the van, I put the key into the ignition located on the partial ceiling. I am not wearing gloves. My fingers are freezing as I have a hard time getting the key into its slot.
A female goes with me (a coworker, maybe?). After driving for a while, we stop at a bar/restaurant to ask directions. The man behind the counter is gruff looking and could use a shower and shave; other than that, he is not much help.
My fingers are still freezing. Night has fallen as we get back into the van.
I was at the dentist for my annual checkup. B waited in the waiting room while I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth before seeing the dentist. The bathroom was in the unfinished, cement basement. I passed a teen boy standing in the middle of the open basement staring at the wall.
I reached the bathroom door when the ground shook. The earthquake was very powerful and lasted for a few minutes. I immediately knew that the rapture was happening.
When the ground was still, I ran back up the stairs still holding my toothbrush. I fell into B’s arms and cried on his shoulder while he cried on mine. Through my tears I asked him why we were still here, why hadn’t we been raptured. He didn’t know.
A boy ran into the dentist office from the sidewalk, frantically screaming about his mom’s teeth falling right out of her head. We tried to console him while we cried.
Then I doubted that the rapture had really taken place. We hadn’t seen anyone disappear or go up into the sky. They boy’s mom probably just lost her teeth instead of leaving them behind.
Themes: End of the World
I watched Matt as he squeezed through a small hole into a dressing room to try on a shirt. After he got through, he noticed that the dressing room connected to the bathroom - and the bathroom had a working door.
We were then starting up the stairs when I turned around and he grabbed one of my breasts. We had been in a relationship in the past, but that had been prior to B. I was facing down stairs and for a second leaned into his hand. But then I remembered that we were no longer together and demanded he let go.
I could see my parents in their rocking chairs watching television. Their backs were somewhat to us and couldn’t see what was going on. I didn’t want to make a scene, so my demands to Matt were quite. When he refused to let go and instead held on tighter, I called for mom to help me.
I was then in a library with my high school French instructor, Alan, and a small group of classmates. There were piles of books on the table; I grabbed one and began skimming it.
Alan was recommending books for each of the students there. Surprised that I was already halfway through the book, I notice that everyone else has sat down except for me. Not wanting to take the time away from my book to get a chair, I perched on the edge of the table and resume my reading while the book recommendation faded to the background.
Themes: Matt
I was kneeling in the snow outside a window in my house; B was on the warmer side of the window watching me. It was evening and quite dark outside. I held a firework in my hand and lit the fuse. My very important job was to hold the firework and make sure it went off properly.
But at the very last second I dropped the firework. Instead of shooting up, it shot to my left, parallel to the ground. I ducked down and covered my head with my hands to protect my face and neck. I also squeezed my eyes closed. I went back inside very disappointed that I had lost control of the firework and didn’t get to see it explode in the sky.
A bit later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to a policeman who asked me if I knew anything about the accidents and fire in the nearby intersection. I could see behind him that the entire intersection was ablaze and numerous cars were piled on top of each other.
I walked down towards the intersection with him while he told me everything about what happened and what the police knew - which wasn’t much. I knew that my firework caused the fire, but I didn’t tell him this.
In a nearby laboratory, a scientist was working late. He was experimenting on tadpoles when the intersection burst into flames. He knew he had to get out of the building before the fire spread to the lab. But before he did, he flushed his precious tadpoles down the toilet in hopes of their survival.
In the sewers, the tadpoles turned into monsters as large as blue whales. I volunteered to help with the problem; I felt very guilty that my firework accident had caused so much trouble.
I put on a diving suit and jumped into the sewer system with scientists and police officers. It wasn’t long before we came upon one of the giant tadpoles. While we were trying to sedate it, it ate one of the divers. I was scared, but mostly overwhelmed by my guilt.