Dream Journal
A group of us stole five or six white VW Jettas. B and I took one; he was driving and led the group away though a parking lot.
He tried to squeeze the Jetta between a line of parked cars and one car parked further from the line of cars, but ended up scraping the solitary car and pushed it forward a few feet. At that moment I saw that it was a police car and the police officer was still sitting in the driver’s seat.
The cop got out of the car and walked over to B’s window and I was afraid that we would be busted with a stolen car. B rolled down his window and the cop stepped up to it. All I could see were his legs but I knew we were busted.
Themes: B
I was a man and had been locked into a small grassy area by the ruler of my town. I walked the perimeter of my small area and found that I would be able to get over the laser fence at one end. I waited until no one was around and jumped over the fence, making sure no part of my body touched the lasers.
On the other side of the fence I jumped into a boat that I had a friend drop off earlier. I pushed off with my hands and tried to steer the small wooden boat in the river as best I could without any oars. The river curved sharply to the right back toward the town. I got out of the boat and hoped no one would recognize me as the man who had been banished.
I bartered with a woman in a long skirt for some provisions for my long journey. A guard may have spotted me, so I darted back towards my boat only to find that I had forgotten to tie it up; it had floated away and smashed against some rocks.
I looked up the hill at the grassy area I had been in earlier. A sheep was inside the fence and I briefly wondered what it was doing in there when the sheep walked through the fence. She had gone through right where three vertical red lasers were; one sliced through the center of her skull and the other two went through the sides of her head.
I was mortified to see an animal wander through that, but even more amazed that the sheep did not die. There were slight indentations on her head where the lasers had passed through, but she was still alive and walking toward me. I knew that she would be retarded now because the lasers went through her brain, and it would only be a matter of time before she died.
I searched and searched the internet, determined to find any information on Briar, an old classmate.
I walked down a long aisle toward the back of the building, and in a dark room there I found my father in a passionate embrace with my aunt, Judy. I was furious but my dad ran away, so I yelled at Aunt Judy. I asked her what she was thinking, why she would do this with my dad, to my family. I cornered her, and she just stood in front of me.
I went to work and found Karen sitting at my desk trying to type a letter. She was frustrated and got up, instructing me to finish and present the letter for her. She left the office as I sat at my computer; the letter was her confession and apology for sleeping with the boss.
I finished the letter and had to read it to the class. I had brought Lacey into the office with me, and as I printed the letter she ran off. I went out after her, and called her name just before she ran across the street.
Themes: Dad
I was sitting in the hallway of my high school with Ryan and a few other classmates. We were preparing and organizing our three-ring binders for the school year.
I finished explaining how everyone had a different filing system in their binders, and how Ryan’s was different than mine even though we both excelled in school. I stood up and said hi to Robert, who was standing behind me.
I walked with Robert a bit down the hallway when he grabbed Siri out of another group to join us. He told Siri, “This is Valette.” I turned to walk toward the other end of the hallway as Robert continued, “Those are Valette’s legs, and that is Valette’s butt.” I knew that I looked good in the jeans I wore that day.
I was only an observer in this dream.
Jess needed to run three miles before her class started in five minutes and was dressed down for it, but she sat at a small round table with a friend and chatted her last five minutes away. She would never get her three miles done in time.
She stood up from the table to go to class and got chopped into a few large pieces which were put into a gift box with a dead body, and then placed into a kitchen cabinet above the stove. She knew that the person who chopped her up was coming to kill her and that she needed to escape.
Jess sharpened her teeth and chewed through her metal restraints. I flinched at her bloody gums, knowing that it must have hurt her. Once she was free she set about dismembering the dead body with which she shared the box. She had to use her already sharpened teeth because her arms and legs were not attached to her body.
She worked with a feverish purpose, ripping and chewing through the dead body. Blood was getting everywhere until I decided I had seen enough. She reached down with her right hand and scooped the left eyeball from the body’s head, as the right eyeball was already missing.
I was then in a larger room with a bunch of other ladies at some sort of ladies’ function. Jess stepped into the main room but she looked very different. She had used parts from the dead body to disguise herself as Joni; she used the dead body’s identity. I could tell pieces of her skin were lighter than others and she walked very carefully so as to not lose any pieces, but otherwise she was very convincing.
She chatted with the woman in charge for a while, and then she went around the room making small talk. She wore a very nice white pantsuit and open-toed shoes. The woman in charge knew something was off and asked ‘Joni’ about the tattoos on her toes. ‘Joni’ laughed nervously and tried to hide her toes in the cuffs of her pants. Knowing she was about to be found out she tried to devise a plan to leave the room without making a scene.
I was walking down East Road in Homer when I saw a brand new Dodge Magnum parked just off the right side of, pointed away from, the road. There was a sign in the side window that read “$6000.” I walked up to the passenger side and peered through the window. The car looked like it had been barely driven, and I wondered why it wasn’t on a new car lot.
I crossed the street and talked with the car’s owner, a grizzly looking rotund man. There was something weird about him and the car, but I knew it was a great deal.
He told me the price was extremely low because he lost his keys. He handed me foot-long piece of straw (hay), and I asked what I was supposed to do with it. He said that I was to push it between the top of the window and the frame to unlock the door; if I could successfully unlock the car then he would sell it to me for $6000.
I turned back toward the car and wished I had a slim jim. I wondered how much I would be able to sell the car for; it would surely be more than $6000. I crossed the street and approached the car from the driver’s side when I noticed the window was rolled down two inches and a piece of string was tied around the manual lock.
I knew that if the man found out someone had gotten here before me I wouldn’t get the car. I squeezed my hand through the opening and pulled up on the string, unlocking the door.
Inside the car looked and felt more like a tiny motorhome. There were wooden cabinets above the seats and a large counter between the seats and the windshield. I sat in the passengers seat, dad in the drivers seat, B and Des in the back seat. We opened every cabinet and felt every surface.
We drove off towards the ocean, driving off road through the mud as much as possible. All of a sudden my dad said, “Watch this,” and pointed the car at the cliffs on the right. We sailed off the road and were falling through empty air.
Hills rolled past us, hills that I thought we would crash into at any moment. I screamed but B and Des in the back laughed; they thought it was a great and fun idea. I held my breath as I waited for impact.
We passed over three hill tops when Dad reached his hand out his window fourth hill top, which slowed our descent but also sent the car into a spin. I had no idea how we landed safely.
I sat in the car shaking for some time while everyone got out and went into the restaurant. I finally went inside and found every woman in the restaurant fawning over Des. B and I pulled him away so we could get going, and I asked B what was going on. He tossed me a folded napkin and said, “This.”
I unfolded the napkin and saw a drawing of a penis and a number, presumably drawn by Des to explain to a woman how well endowed he was. The number was so large that I knew he was lying.
B and I headed to the airport with our arms full of luggage. We were going to go to a different country to celebrate our anniversary. The lobby of the airport was very large and made out of glass.
The line was extremely long in the airport. We stood in line for a very long time and got distracted a few times. We poked around in a few gift shops and helped a little girl find her mother. We had been in the airport a very long time.
By the time we got to the ticketing counter, the woman behind the counter informed us that our flight had left not more than a half hour ago. We were devastated.
She then told us that there was another flight scheduled to that country for later that night, and it would be no charge to switch our tickets. I was very happy that we would still be able to go.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, B
I called Melissa and was very sad when her answering machine picked up. I wondered where her roomate was, and decided to not leave a message.
I hung up the telephone and when I turned around Melissa stepped out of her old room wearing a towel around her torso and another around her head. She had just gotten out of the bath. I chuckled and told her that I had just called her place and thought it was weird she didn’t pick up. I didn’t know she was at my parents’ home.
She stood just inside her bedroom door looking at me. She did not say anything, and I wondered why she was acting weird.
Themes: Melissa
I sat in a rowboat with B in the middle of a lake. There were other boaters around us. I held a salad in a plastic container that I had gotten from a fast-food place, and there was a small spider crawling in it.
I told B that I was going to eat the salad as if I didn’t know there was a spider in it and when I became sick the people in the other boats wouldn’t make me go with them.
I took a large bite of the salad and watched the small spider scurry under some lettuce. From the same piece of lettuce came a much larger spider. I was shocked to see it, but was already committed to eating the salad. I did not want to go with the people in the other boats.
It was night time and B and I had run a bad man away from the house we were in. He went out the door and, through a window, we watched him jump into the swimming pool.
I stood with my arms crossed over my chest, B stood behind me. The pool had a thin layer of ice over it, and the man crashed right through it. He climbed out the other side, wrapped himself in a blanket and wandered off.
I told B that the man would not survive because going through the ice like that and crashing into the extremely cold water was just like millions of razor blades.
B’s mom and youngest sister came inside through the kitchen door and started making dinner. They chatted very brightly and were excited to be visiting us. I could not understand why they were not upset that B’s dad had just died.
Themes: B
I was cooking pad thai when my brother Rodney and his wife Jen came to the door. I let them in and gave them each a big hug. Rodney asked me something and they followed me back into the kitchen.
I drained the noodles and when I placed the food into the serving dish sitting in the sink there was only enough for one or maybe two people. I started another batch so that we would have enough food for everyone when B came into the kitchen and pointed out the sink was overflowing with pad thai.
My dad came into the kitchen and asked me to get his duffel bag. I headed down the hallway and down the stairs to the basement couch. It was very dark but I did not turn on any lights. I found two bags and guessed the large sturdy duffel bag was his.
I thought it looked just like B’s red duffel bag he used for fishing in the summers. I slung it over my shoulder, surprised it was extremely light, and brought it upstairs.
A woman walked up to me and told me she was extremely glad I had commented on another person’s blog. This woman said that my comment had changed her life. She started crying and walked away. I wondered what blog she was talking about and had no idea how any comment I had could have changed anybody’s life.
I observed a group of six or seven extremely fat people in an otherwise empty room. The walls were light gray and the floor had orbit-like circles on it. The fat people decided to arrange themselves in order of weight. They spread out and each stood on one of the orbit lines so they could more easily determine how to start.