It's been a looooooooooooooooooooooong time since I've actually posted a DreamBlog and I've got a few minutes here at work so I figured I'd post one of my dreams from last night.
Remember: this is only a dream...
I'm pacing up and down the aisle of a bus. A family member is driving the bus and a friend is sitting near the back. Neither of my bus companions are actually real people from my waking life, and yet I recognize and understand my relation to them. They have no real identifiable facial or bodily features, yet somehow I just know that the driver is an older male family member (not a brother or a father, but something that immediate) and the other passenger is a close friend. I'm not really that confused by the fact that I know these people and yet I don't. It all just makes sense within the dream and I don't question it. I just keep pacing, looking out the windows.
The bus is traveling down a straight dirt road between a field of corn on the left side and a forest on the right.
I walk down the aisle to the front of the bus and place my hand upon the driver's shoulder and look out the windshield.
Up ahead, a giant black animal with a white stripe down its back comes sauntering out of the forest and stops at the edge of the road. As we get closer, I see that it looks like bear with a big bushy tail. Just as we are about to drive pass, the animal turns around and lifts its striped tail into the air.
SKUNK!!! I yell and dive to the floor, covering my face with my hands.
I can feel the bus still moving forward and it sounds like a blast from a firehose is straifing the side of the bus. An putrid smell washes over me.
I feel a hand on my shoulder so I open my eyes to see my friend kneeling next to me. He has no mouth or eyes, but somehow I can tell that he's smiling. My friend helps me to my feet without saying a word and walks me toward the back of the bus. I look out the back window and see the bear-skunk crossing the road into the corn field.
I walk to the front of the bus. The driver somehow smiles through his faceless head.
Up ahead of the bus, a much smaller bear-skunk emerges out of the forest. The skunk repeats the same motions as the bigger one, and I respond in the exact same way.
As I lie on the floor in a ball with my face covered. Even though the skunk is smaller and its liquid emission is audibly less than the first as it sprays the bus, the smell is much much worse.
Again I am brought to my feet by my friend and again I watch the skunk disappear into the corn field.
This cycle continues as a watch progressively smaller and yet smellier skunks emerge, spray the bus, and disappear.
The foul stench still lingered in my brain as I woke up just before the bus was sprayed by a teeny tiny bear-skunk.
Remember: this is only a dream...
I'm running in place as the grassy earth turns beneath me. A naked blue-skinned brunette woman skips along ahead of me. I try to catch up to her, but no matter how fast I run, she's still just out of reach.
A woman's voice behind me whispers into my ear: "Break it"
I look back over my shoulder but no one is there. I look forward and there is a patch of yellow flowers in my path ahead of me. As I run through the flower patch, I step on something metallic and hard, which sinks into the soft ground beneath my feet.
The whole world comes to screeching halt. I stop dead in my tracks as the earth stops turning. I lift up my foot and find that I've stepped on what looks like a car brake-pedal.
I look up to see the blue-skinned woman standing directly in front of me with her back towards me. A glint of shimmering light on her blue skin catches my eye and I see a zipper attached to the base of her neck.
I reach out and touch the zipper. The woman giggles are her skin begins to unzip down along her spine. I can see a quick flash of red beneath her skin and suddenly the earth jolts to a start and begins turning again, which sends the woman off skipping ahead of me as I break into a run.
The woman's blue skin peels off of her body as falls to the grass as she skips, revealing a new layer of red skin. I jump over the pile of blue skin and continue to run after the now red-skinned woman.
The woman giggles again and I see a flash of yellow on her back before her red skin unzips and falls away to reveal a yellow layer.
She keeps merrily skipping and I keep frantically running after her as the woman's skin continues to cycle through every color of the rainbow. Only her long dark hair remains the same color.
I never see her face, but I suddenly realize that the woman is my girlfriend. I call out "Sam!"
Then I woke up.
Remember: this is only a dream...
I am in a tunnel. The sound of a musicbox echoes thru the tunnel. The walls are covered with white semi-translucent plastic. As far as i can see down the tunnel behind me is darkness and in front of me is white light.
I walk towards the light down a straightaway but when i reach a bend, right where the tunnel begins to curve left, is an old white-haired woman in a white robe doing endless pirouettes like a ballerina.
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I hug the wall as i try to walk around her. She alternates between unintelligible whispering and strained humming (out of tune to the musicbox) with each pirouette. Turn, whisper, turn, hum, turn, whisper, turn, hum, turn, etc. She pays no attention to me as i slink passed her, and I continue down another straightaway.
I walk for a ways before I stop and look back. The tunnel looks virtually the same in both directions except that at one end is blackness and at the other is light. I resume walking straight ahead towards the light until the tunnel curves right. Again, there is a spinning old woman, exactly the same as the woman I'd already passed.
Again i pass the woman and continue onward as the tunnel winds back and forth, alternating between straightaways and curves with an old woman doing pirouettes at each bend.
The dream continues in this cycle until i wake up.
I'm kneeling on the ground with a rocketlauncher on my shoulder. I can't tell if i'm in a parched desert or a frozen tundra, but the temperature of the air around is so extreme that it burns my exposed skin and my lungs ache with each breath i take. It might be hot or it might be cold. I can't tell nor do i care. The ground is hard and grey. It might be clay or it might be ice. I can't tell nor do i care.
The sky is a brilliant blue. There are no clouds. There is no sun. There are no shadows. The sky itself seems to radiate light.
I look only straight ahead, but i know that that if i look around me, i will see the same in all directions: a flat, endless, empty expanse of grey merging with blue.
I point the rocketlauncher at a 45 degree and fire it into the sky. The rocket soars in the air and disappears in the blue. If it explodes, i cannot tell.
Without turning around, i reach behind me and feel someone's hand place another rocket into my hand. I reload the launcher, turn a few degrees clockwise, and fire again.
This cycle continues for several full rotations, as i fire the rockets into the sky, reload, turn, and fire again.
After firing what seems like hundreds of rockets several times in every possible direction, i reach back to reload, but this time, the anonymous hand behind hesitates momentarily before releasing the next rocket into my hand. I take the rocket, reload, and when i turn to fire, there is a tall green tree a few hundred yards directly in front of me. This tree was never there before in any of my prior rotations.
I aim the rocketlauncher as i always have and fire. The rocket hits the tree and explodes in a ball of fire. The flames from the tree ignite the whole sky, which bursts into a radiant red blaze.
My rocketlauncher has vanished from my hands. I stand up and twirl around counterclockwise. There is no one behind me or anywhere in sight. The tree is gone and I'm surrounded by a burning sky. The ground turns to grey smoke as it evaporates beneath my feet. I breathe in the smoke and cough. I am still twirling but I begin to fall through the smoke. Everything turns dark. I taste blood in my mouth. I wake up.
My dog Chico died over a year ago, but he still pops up in my dreams sometimes. Last nite i had a dream where Chico keeps falling apart, literally. Each time i turn around, part of his body has broken off. And it's not like he breaking into little pieces. He breaks in the same two spots: at the hip & at the shoulders. So when Chico falls apart completely, he's in three pieces: his head, his torso and his hind legs. The breaks are clean and almost surgical. It's as if his spine just detaches at the neck and above his pelvis. And each part is still alive and kicking even after being spontaneously dismembered. Sometimes only his hind legs falls off so his head would bark as his front legs drag his torso around. Other times just his head comes off so his body runs around haphazardly. The really weird thing is when his front legs and torso fall off, but somehow his head attaches to his hind legs so he runs around like an ostrich with a very short neck. He never seems to be in pain or even inconvenienced when he falls apart. He just goes about doing his thing (running around basically) until i manage to find all his pieces and put him back together, which i do repeatedly and nonchalantly throughout my dream.
just had a dream about the party from hell...
I'm at a house party thrown by a friend from my waking life, but the host isn't there cuz they had a family emergency but they insisted everyone to stay at the party and have a good time. Try as i may, i am not having a good time. In addition to beer, all the guests are served a can of pork and beans, but it seems that i am the only one who, out of politeness, tries to eat the beans and it appears that everyone else notices this. The beans don't actually have the flatulent effect on me that everyone else is worried about, but everyone assumes the worst of me cuz the apartment already smelled wicked before i got there.
To make things more embarrassing for me, the party is almost entirely populated by cute girls that i have been acquainted with (rather than friends with) in my waking life (from high school mostly) but I had been too shy or out of league back then to ever attempt to become friends with them. To compensate for my prior shyness, I make an effort to talk to every girl at the party. I say "hi", shake their hand (apologizing each time that my hand is cold and wet from holding a beer) and ask them how they've been since the last time I'd seen them (usually 5 or 6 years or more). Each time, however, the girl is a bit shocked that I know who they are because they can't remember me at all.
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.
I had the reoccurring dream again last nite where i'm rolling down a very steep hill. When i say "reoccurring" i not only mean that it's a dream i've had more than once (i dream it at least once a month), but i also mean that it reoccurs over and over within the same nite of dreaming. It's basically a Groundhog Day-esque neverending cycle. I start at the top of the hill and roll down to the bottom where i somehow end back up at the top.
Like my reoccurring bathroom dream, there are certain things that are always the same, while other variables change each nite. Usually the dream starts off as some other dream that ends up at the top of the hill. The hill almost always looks the same. It's just a really steep, really long street.
Last nite, i rolled down the hill on a skateboard. On other nites, it's been in a shopping cart, in a car, on rollerblades... usually something with wheels (hence the "rolling").
The fate awaiting me at bottom of the hill is often different each nite, but it's usually something violent, and it usually remains constant throughout the duration of the dream. Each iteration of my skateboard ride last nite ended in a busy intersection at the bottom of the hill where i repeatedly get broadsided by a cement truck. At the moment of impact, I find myself rolling back down from the top again.
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