The past two dreams I’ve had turned into a quest for a bathroom. Two nights ago I had a dream that I was in some sort of underground shelter/submarine base. I went into one of the large back rooms searching for a bathroom, but all I could find was destruction due to recent accidental fire. Pipes were leaking on the floor, but there wasn’t a single piece of porcelain to left use.
Last nights dream was about some sort of lock-down or camp out in an old abandoned college/sports stadium. Only certain parts of the building were lit/permitted, but we were desperate because the bathroom line was over 20 people long. So we snuck out into a dark hallway and started checking doors. Never found a bathroom, but found some cool places to hide out from the madness/crowd.
Running around -This dream starts off in a school. My friend and I are looking around, trying to find a bathroom. Unfortunately, the gym teachers/coaches have all left for some sort of competitive faculty sporting event, and in doing so…all of the locker room bathrooms and certain wing rooms were locked up. My friend advised me of a bathroom in the security officers room, so we went and asked…they said no. Then the dream morphed into taking place at my fiance’s relatives house on the lake.
I decided to go out for a run, since I felt I needed to get back in shape. I somehow ran to a similar house except my mothers side of the family was there. Upon running back, some cousins their friends mocked my slow pace and started racing me back to the other house. I wasn’t very fast, until we had to run up this steep hill and I somehow beat them all. Nobody really cared anymore once we got back though, they were all going to watch TV.
Roof’s Gone - My fiance and I are driving back to her parents house when a weather advisory comes on the radio. After eating dinner and waiting for the wind and rain to die down…we decided to head back home. When we arrived, the roof was partially removed, and parts of the walls were badly damaged from the outside.
I didn’t really care, because we have no interest in our current living arrangements. This gives us a good reason to move without needing an excuse!
Floating the Dirt Trails - Somewhere in a prairie-like environment, I am running around a quiet dirt road with scattered houses along the way. There are a few ponds and protrusions which force me to physically climb over the ledge in order to continue on the road (caused by faults?). I see some individuals riding off-road vehicles around the area, probably for fun.
With my backpack on, jogging through some roads, I come across this large industrial complex with a farm and huge silo’s, etc. Seems out of commission, but as I pass through, I see lots of activity. Following the paths and sidewalks and sliding under fences/gates, I try my best to make it through without making a noise. Somehow I got through perfectly, and went back to running pace as to seen not-suspicious.
There is an odd feeling to my run, as I look down and notice I can’t run any faster. It’s only a single pace, no matter how hard I want to flail my arms. I can’t seem to get any traction at all….almost as if, I’m floating above the ground?!?!
I dismiss it as some factor caused by the addition of my backpack while running.
This probably destroying my chance at a lucid dream, as flight is one of my most reliable indicators that I’m dreaming.
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I also went back to bed for a few hours and woke up with a cool tune in my head…something that happens surprisingly often to me (making short melodies in my sleep). Something like “I can’t understand you, but I will not strand you”.
Man, I wish it were easier to recall the songs I dream up.
This entry is from yesterday, but I told it to my fiance so it’s still fresh in my head.
Spirits of the Civil War - We start out in some sort of chamber room, with a sealed windowless door to exit from (by we, I mean my fiance and I). The environment is reminiscent of Hoth, l4d2 (safe room), and an abandoned countryside village.
Our motive isn’t clear at first, but while venturing out, I notice that we are not human…we are some kind of part-spiritual, part-animal, metaphysical globs of energy. In other words, we are both able to feel/hold things with real body parts…but they’re glued together by glowing energy gobs allowing us to be rearranged (willfully or accidentally).
So we’re venturing out, holding guns, moving with this strange spiritual rolling cadence. Looking for supplies, and some kind of cure to restore our normal selves. We don’t look anything like humans, but I can tell it’s my partner simply by the comforting energy she gives off.
During our search, we come across these strange ghost-like characters who resemble Civil War soldiers, have Zombie-like mannerisms, and seem to turn invisible every few minutes to their advantage. Upon discovering this, we decide it’s best to retreat back to the safe-house and work out a plan.
This entry is from two days ago, but I still remember them. It was a dream about dream-recall…which I guess is probably brought on by me thinking about this blog.
These 3 dream settings have re-occurred in the past separately, but now that they’ve re-occurred together, I can’t help but wonder if they are all linked to the same general location (some sort of theme park).
Movie Diner - This is a diner setting somewhat like Denny’s or Wendy’s with booth tables in one section by Large windows. The booth tables are banana yellow. The other section is the entrance to a movie theatre…but the entrance reminds me of the hallway at the RSMC planetarium. It’s usually raining when I look outside the windows.
Uphill Mini golf - This is a strange course of mini-golf, with some simple holes at the bottom of the hill, and more difficult and steeper as you climb. Near the summit there is a volcano and other cool games to play. We could never get there without first finishing the impossible game of mini-golf.
Arcade Store - This is like a large open floor plan arcade. The depth of the place reminded me of an Ames or Walmart. There were some parts of the place that sold goods and were more store-like….but for the most part, everyone was playing the games. One game in particular, was a VR experience. You could get inside a Gundam-like suit, and the inside visor/screen would immerse you in the game while your movements were bounded by the fixed path of the floor track.
Scavenger babysit - I find myself arriving at a large shopping center. It is apparent that I am part of a class or school trip, as we get off the bus while the driver instructs us to gather supplies.
Everyone partnered up. Except me since the seat next to mine was vacant. I didn’t really know what supplies we needed since I didn’t understand the circumstances of the trip. Museum? Theme Park? Camping? Not sure.
We all entered the store which was like a giant warehouse. The scale was so large that it felt like someone had just put a bunch of shelves inside a soccer stadium after tiling over the grass.
I walked over to the customer service desk to find out if they had overheard anything about our trip. The woman said each group seemed to have a unique list.
I went looking for the driver, but he was gone. I felt responsible now, being the only one aware of the situation. I found my scavenger list on the dashboard…it was the seating chart. Except now, my name was in the driver seat and “supplies” in my previous seat. I proceed to help the teams gather their supplies and check them off my list as they get back on the bus.
Wrestle yourself to failure - Last nights dream was about being on the wrestling team and receiving horrible instructions from the coach. It seemed as though he was sabotaging me…but I couldn’t understand why.
Then i realized it was his son I was wrestling…that selfish jerk.
1) Bullying Alley - I find myself at a familiar bowling alley, but I’m in my teens again. There are two other boys there my age, enjoying a game and I approach to play. One of the boys is passively inviting, yet the other is defensive of his lanes.
An argument erupts between the two of them, and then the next thing I know they are attacking me…with shoes, their pizza tray, anything solid they can throw. I retreat to the management desk but find all the lights are off.
What can I do to escape or bring justice from the assault? Apparently nothing…as all the lights in the alley are also now being turned off. I can pass to the exit with ease, as the bullies are gone…but so is any chance of recourse; justice.
2) I Deserve Music - There is an unidentified friend following me to the locker room, so we can retrieve our instruments for a band concert. Once we are in, older students also enter, and begin to sit by the door, and block the entrance in general.
One in particular is playing guitar and sitting back against the door that opens inwards. Some heavy metal riff is screaming off his fingers as others drum on the lockers.
We needed to leave before things get out of hand. I yank on the door, slightly nudging the seated guitarist. He laughs and just pushes the door back. We struggle for a bit, but eventually I get my foot in the opening and can leverage against the frame. I motion my friend to go first, and I follow…both holding our concert instruments.
We make it to the concert hall, and start playing some cool brassy song intro (Goldfinger - Superman) and I realize how much I missed playing on stage. After a few songs I notice a familiar car pull up with my mother-in-law and fiance, ready to go home.
I’ve tried keeping a dream journal in the past…but to no avail. Either it gets lost, or messy due to poor handwriting, or I type it up in MS Word and drop it in the dungeon that is “My Documents”.
Tumblr is something I basically view everyday, and I think it will be more conducive to my morning routine since I already check email/facebook/etc, first thing in the morning anyway.
Each dream will be broken down into themes. I think this will be less convoluted than spitting out every detail I remember from the dream because:
1) Often when attempting to recalling a dream, thoughts come flooding in (little details) that could eventually cause tangents mid story.
2) By forcing myself to think the entire dream through, I often discover connections from the end that were not apparent at start.
3) The last dream-blog post I did on MySpace (years ago), turned out to be a 600+word wall. I think only a handful of people read it.
4) Some details may be graphic or personal in nature, so summarizing can protect the identity of anyone involved in a particular dream.
That being said, welcome to the roller-coaster that is my mind,
My Neurotic Ex-Self.
