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 sitting in an airplane next to my brother Russ. We're strapped in by giant seatbelts. The walls of the entire fuselage are hinged open, like overhead compartment or DeLorean doors, to reveal that the plane is still sitting on the runway. It's a clear blue day outside.
Inside BMX riders are racing up and down the aisles and out the sides of the plane rigth in front of me, riding up and down inflatable emergency ramps.
I tug at the seatbelt restraints that cross my lap and chest.
DONG
(the "Fasten safty belt" tone rings)
Suddenly, Russ and I are hanging off back of airplane, in backwards facing rollercoaster seats, watching the jet contrail as the plane flies high in the sky.
We're hanging right below the tail. A giant jet engine blares above us.
Russ, a younger Russ than he really is now, squirms out of the seat restraints and climbs over to me. He hooks his legs on to my by wrapping his ankles around mine, like a trapeze artist, and hangs off into the air. He reaches out in front of him and catches clouds. He grabs a handful of white puffy stuff and looks back up at me and smiles.
I yell, "Aren't you freezing?! You're probably screwing up the aerodynamics of the plane?! We might crash!"
Then I woke up 
I wasn't panicked at all. I was smiling at the absurdity of the dream. Throughout the dream, people were having fun while I was too worried to enjoy it all. 
Remember: this is only a dream...
I'm watching TV with my dad when he says he's thirsty. I head into the kitchen to get us some water, but I find myself outside. Steve Jobs is standing beside a Jeep.
"Get in" he says, so i hop in the passenger side and he drives towards a mountain. Each time i look over at Steve and ask where we're going, he just smiles. He says nothing until we reach the foot of the mountain where there is a waterfall. "We need to go to the source," he says, and begins to drive up the steep mountain, following the river all the way to top.
At the top of the mountain, Steve stops the Jeep and gets out. I follow him to the very peak of the mountain, where water is flowing out top like lava out of the top of a volcano. Steve stoops at the water's edge, cups his hands, and takes a drink of water. He splashes his faces, gets back in the Jeep and drives away, leaving me alone on the mountain.
A dog barks behind me and i turn around to see Bill Gates holding a dog's leash. "Impressed?" he asks. "Very," I say. "Wait til you see this," Bill laughs. He walks the dog to the water's edge and the dog jumps right in. The dog disappears beneath the bubbling water and Bill begins to pull on the leash. He struggles a bit as if something very heavy is attached to the other end.
Suddenly a giant vending machine wrapped by the leash launches out of the water and lands upright on the shore. The side of the machine reads "H2O". Bill walks up the to machine and waves his hand in front of it, like a magician does just before he performs his big reveal. The vending machine blinks and flashes and steam shoots out the sides.
I'm suddenly holding a bottle of cold water and I hear the sound of my dad laughing.
Another nite of episodic dreams, but they were all borderline nitemares and just kinda ended when they got too weird:
Remember: this is only a dream...
1) A friend of mine i've known since middle school is visiting my parents house, and as i give him a tour of the house, i'm asking him questions about married life (he recently married in real life). When we reach my parents' room, my friend jumps up on the bed and there's a crunching sound of breaking glass. My friend screams in pain. I look and he's landed on a pile of lightbulbs that were lying on the bed. My dad rushes in and is pissed that my friend broke his lightbulbs, which range from softball size to teeny tiny little bulbs the size of BBs. I start yelling at my dad and demand to know "What kind of idiot keeps lightbulbs on a bed?" Neither of us pay any attention to my friend, who keeps screaming and rolling around as he bleeds.
2) I'm in bed and i wake up (in my dream, not from my dream). The pillow by my face is wet. I sit up and see that water is seeping from the pillow. The water is brown and smells bad. I pull the sheets to my face, but the sheets start seeping water too. I throw off the sheets and try to get off the bed, but the mattress is so sopping wet that it sloshes me around like a water bed. My clothes start seeping the brown, stank water. I scream.
3) I gather my family around and show them a projected animated film that i've made. The characters are all obviously based on my family members, and though i think the animation is funny, my family is insulted and they all start yelling at me. The film catches fire and my family keeps yelling at me.
4) I'm at the dorms in UCLA and the local radio station has staged a competition between the dorms. The game is a deathmatch in helicopters. Each dorm gets to pick a pilot and a gunner, and while everyone else gathers in a quad (which doesn't really exist like it did in my dream), the helicopters shoot each other down in teh sky above us. When i realize what's going on, i run around trying to warn everyone how crazy and dangerous this whole thing is, but before anyone listens to me, helicopters start exploding in the sky and crashing down on the audience below. Basically, it's just panic as shrapnel and bodies fly. The radio station that's organized the event is broadcasting thru speakers that can be heard over the explosions and screaming, and the DJ's are just laughing at how "funny college life is".
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.
Remember: this is only a dream...
I found myself with my brother, Russ, in a weird alley full of shops much like Diagon Alley from Harry Potter, only instead of magic shops, these were all hardware shops. For some reason, Russ wanted to build a device that he could use to smash glass with his fist without getting cut. He showed my a diagram of the contraption and it just looked like a mass of washers and nuts with a nail thru the center. Instead of asking him "Why the @#$% do you want smash glass with your fist?!", i said, "I'll wait outside the shop while you go in and buy parts." So while i'm standing in this dark alley by myself, i start people-watching. The alley is full of gothic S&M types, decked out in leather and latex with tons of piercings and tattoos, so i figure they're all just buying nails & and various metal hardware from these stores to stick in their faces and other piercable body parts. Suddenly one of the goths, a big fat chick with a spikey dog collar, grabs me and pulls me into a huge walled off courtyard full of these same weirdos.
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