Remember: this is only a dream...

I'm pulling a black car into a parking space in an underground garage. It's "my car" but not the car I have in my waking life. I turn off the car, get out, and walk around to the back to get something (I dunno what) out of the trunk.

Just as I turn the key in the trunk, I bump something on the ground with my foot. I look down and there are two feet sticking up from underneath the car.

"Oh fuck!" I shout as I stumble back away from the car.

I can see that a man is lying on his back under the car.

"Get the fuck away from my car!" I shout.

The man lies motionless.

From behind another car parked nearby, I crouch down and look under my car. I can see that the man's arms and legs are on the ground, but his head and torso are pressed up against the bottom of the car.

The man still lies motionless.

"Hey man, are you OK?"

As I approach my car, I notice streaks of something wet by the man's feet. It isn't until I'm standing over his feet at the trunk of my car, right where I was when I first noticed the man under the car, that I realize the wet streaks are blood. I turn away from the feet and notice that the streaks extend all the way around the corner, tracing the path that took as I drove through the garage.

I break into a run as I follow back along the trail of blood.

I didn't know, I tell myself. It must've been an accident.

I run faster and faster, desperately trying to find where the trail ends so that I can figure out when and where the accident happened, but the trail keeps going all the way to the entrance of the underground garage and out onto the dark empty street.

I stop in the middle of the street and gasp aloud when I see that the trail of blood leads as far as I can see down the seemingly endless street.

"I didn't know," I tell myself again, and I run back into the garage along the bloody trail.

"He might still be alive," I say aloud.

Are you fucking kidding?! a voice scoffs. You dragged his carcass for miles, scraping the life out of him. There's no way he's still alive! You killed him.

"I didn't know! I didn't know, I didn't know, I didn't know..."

I keep running and running, and as I round the final corner, I slip in the blood and slide face-first towards my car. When come to a stop and look up, there's a giant pool of blood underneath my car, but the body is gone.

Then I woke up.

I had a dream last nite that i can't really explain in detail cuz of what happens in the dream. It wasn't X-rated or anything (probably PG at most), but it was the kind of dream that anyone familiar with the name "Freud" would be able to read between the lines of the dream (and anyone with an actual understanding of psychoanalysis would probably find reasons for concern about my mental health).

Since i can't really give details, i'll just list the key ingredients of my dream (in no particular order so as to avoid any suggestion of a causal relationship between things):

Setting: My apartment

Participants: 2 male friends, 1 female friend, Me

Props: couch, TV, stove, bed, fire, oven, door peephole, fire extinguisher, beverages, some sort of applesuace-like substance

Actions: waking from a nap, losing motor skills, panicking, cooking, laughing, forgetting

In my dream, all that adds up to a recipe for disaster/embarrassment/acrimony/death

During most nites that I dream, I have very vivid, often lucid dreams, so it's usually easy to remember them for quite so time after I wake up (thus making this little blog possible).

This morning, however, I woke suddenly with an overwhelming sense of panic, and the feeling was so strong that i couldn't remember what I was dreaming about or why I was panicking. I felt very relaxed when I went to sleep last nite (a rare thing for me), and I'm pretty sure I had been dreaming before I woke up, but the shock of waking up totally panicked was so jarring and abrupt that it jettisoned all other thoughts and emotions from my brain.

I started to calm down for a bit when I realized that I didn't even know why I was panicking, but then I began to panic about the very same realization that was calming me down. Questions flooded my brain, each one focused on the unknown source of my panic: "What were you dreaming about?", "Did something happen to you in the dream?", "Did you do something to someone else in the dream?", "Did you do something to someone else in waking life that you'd forgotten/ignored/didn't realize until you were dreaming?", "Did you NOT do something that you should have done?", "Did you forgot to do something in your waking life until you remembered it your dream?", "What if you were panicked cuz you remembered something that you'd forgotten, and now you've forgotten it again?", "Will I ever remember why I was panicking?", "Will I panic again if I remember?", "Who, what, when, where, why, how?!?"

Getting these thoughts out of my head and onto this page is relieving some of the panic, but the nagging question remains, "Why am panicked?" I still don't know.

I haven't been dreaming much recently, and when I do, it usually involves people I'm not comfortable posting about. I did however, have a dream last nite that didn't feature anyone I know in my waking life so I'm finally gonna post a new dreamblog. It was another dream involving planes.

I am on a large passenger plane, sitting at a window seat so i could watch as we are flying over the ocean. Suddenly the plane drops altitude and large hole rips open in the side of the cabin opposite mine. Several passengers sitting near the hole are sucked out of the plane.

Panic ensues among the passengers, including me, and the dream immediately becomes a cycle of events, like so very many of my dreams.

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Remember: this is only a dream...

In my dream, i hear the sound of jets roaring overheard, and when i look up, the sky of Los Angeles is full of hundreds full-scale red, white & blue paper airplanes. They fly around with the maneuverability of F-14s, and they look like tomcats fighters, only they're giant folded paper airplane versions of the F14. The sky is so full of the paper jets that the planes can't help but crash into each other, into bulidings and into the ground. Each one of the hundreds of big paper airplanes crashes into something, it explodes into thousands of smaller paper airplanes, about half the size of the original plane. These smaller planes fly around faster and more frenzied, but since there are exponentially more of them, they crash more frequently than the larger planes. When the smaller planes crash, they explode into even smaller planes. This cycle of crashing and spawning smaller paper airplanes continues until the sky is red, white, and blue, with tiny paper jets about and inch long.

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