Monday, June 22, 2009

Orangutan

I have no idea how or why this came about, but last night I dreamt I was an orangutan. I was in a field, not dissimilar from my grandparent's front yard, and I knew I had to get to a refuge in Borneo. I was pulling myself along a three-wired, non-electrified fence, grasping the middle wire, when suddenly I was spotted and some scientist / keeper woman with red hair spotted me. Two or three men took hold of me, and she approached with a syringe of tranquilizer to put me under. However, I decided the serum would have no affect on me, that I was no ordinary orangutan and had an immunity to it. She stuck me in the behind, and it barely hurt. I went limp and someone said, "he's asleep," and they proceeded to carry me inside, where they gave me an examination, and then put me in a cage. Later I got out, and I was making my way through a house, trying to find the way out. The lady appeared and asked me something (i forget what, exactly), to which I replied, "no." She did not react surprised, but with imagery of planet-of-the-apes running through my mind, she said something to the effect that I shouldn't speak, lest someone come to take me away, or something like that. After that, I went into a mostly empty room with a splintery wooden floor, and two matching wooden beams supporting the ceiling. I was puffed up, strutting through and intimidating the smaller primates that were there. Then there were two babies, tiny, tiny things I could hold in the palm of my hand, and I did in fact. I kept having an urge to kill them for some reason, but I managed to resist it. Then one of the babies disappeared. I closed the main door to keep it from getting out and possibly getting hurt, and started to look for it. I saw it hiding in what I can only describe as a large metal drawer-slat. The lady was there, also looking for it, and i pointed repeatedly, grunting, "uh uh uh." It seemed a little more familiar, the baby monkey disappeared again, and apparently went around the corner of what had once been my brother's bedroom during my high school years, and up the stairs into what was my own bedroom. I followed, and found a curious device, almost something like an iphone. The tiny monkey was inside of it, and with an electronic buzzing sound and a flash of light, it disappeared. I knew I had to go after it, as it had been set to.. drat, I no longer remember, but it was an area in from the game "Everquest" called "The Grey," a lifeless, and airless zone where things died pretty quickly without special means of breathing. The teleporter pad was apparently on some sort of a cycle, not unlike some from a couple star-trek episodes, original and next gen., and for some reason it bore football helmet icons. The lady started coming up the stairs, so i ended up just pressing it, and i wound up teleported to a football stadium, on the field, in the middle of a game. But I was an ape, and I quickly bowled over the other other team, scoring three touchdowns. Then I must have found a large glass punch bowl, which I wore as a helmet. Some how sensing the finale, the sequence changed so I would also have a defensive play, and I think I sacked the quarterback before waking up and thinking what a weird dream that was..

Thursday, June 18, 2009

High School Agent

I had entered my old High School building, or at least what was understood to be such. I walked down a brown/gold tiled hallway among the students passing to their classes, but I was not one of them. I felt a disconnection toward the populace, and an odd sense of purpose. I was no mere child-teen-ager, but an agent of a higher power, and my relatively shorter stature allowed me to blend in somewhat. I wore a gray hood and a backpack, in addition to my unremarkable clothing, and I watched the passers-by in the peripheral, unsure of what I was searching for exactly. Then something led me to a particular classroom. Upon entering, I saw many youths, primarily of African descent, and was confronted by a female who brandished a large hand gun, pointing it at my head. Aware of my abilities, I quickly outstretched my hand and clasped the barrel with my palm. She pulled the trigger, but the bullets fell dead from my hand to the floor. I suppose there was a sudden kinetic discharge, and she suddenly lay sprawled upon the ground. I narrowed my eyes and gestured with my hands to telekinetically fling her across the room, but for some reason it didn't work, so I grabbed her by the throat, lifted her into the air and brought her swiftly down upon her head. Then a hole appeared in the wall, and the true enemy appeared, a white man, appearing to be in his 20's, with jet black hair, a gaunt face, and jagged teeth which he grinned at me wickedly. There was a battle between us, and I remember savagely punching a flat-panel computer monitor twice for some reason. Unfortunately the details become rather fuzzy at this point.

My dreams are not typically this violent..

Monday, June 15, 2009

A "Lion" at Grandma's

I was at my grandparent's house standing in the living room waiting to go somewhere. Someone, either my mother or my grandmother, said there had been reports of a lion loose in the area, and we all needed to be extra careful going out anywhere. I then remembered seeing one walking up the street towards the now-defunct car tunnel under the railroad tracks. Then I remembered trying to look up more information online, but "lion in pa" only turned up results for MOUNTAIN lions. It occurred to me to do a search for AFRICAN lion in pa, but I didn't have access to a computer at the time.

Next, I was in their bathroom, getting ready to either go to work or school. My stomach felt a little ill and I had a notion to ask someone to call me off from school. Then I realized I was old enough to call myself off, and then it dawned on me I was going to work, and that I'd been out of school for quite some time. I started fixing my hair, wetting my fingers and coming them through it, trying to get it to look nice. My brother was standing next to me talking about something, but I don't remember exactly what. As I looked at myself in the mirror I found my hair was an ashen black, and was down to my shoulders in length. Furthermore, while I assumed the face was mine, in truth it didn't really look much like me at all. I remember the hair itself settled very nicely, and I bore the resemblance to a rugged action-hero type.

I had become irritated at someone or something, so I went out to the back yard to be by myself. As I was walking down the pavement towards the back gate, I heard a light splashing sound coming from the neighbor's yard to my left. Looking over, I saw what at first I thought was the lion that had been reported, only it was much smaller, younger looking, and was all white except for a bit of black from it's left shoulder all the way down to it's left forepaw, and black spots down its back. I studied it curiously, and wasn't quite sure if it was a tiger or leopard of some sort, or if it were instead a siberian husky, and subconsciously I must have decided it was something in-between. It looked at me with light-blue eyes and I started talking to it plainly, as you would to another person. I think I may have been more talking to myself, or perhaps for my own sake, as I felt a touch of nervousness.

The neighbor came out and starting talking about his "pet." It began to approach me in a friendly manor, and I felt myself smiling at the prospect of making friends with it. Then the sentiment shifted to another creature, an ugly, alien thing with a narrow, pointed head, a large round body and skinny little arms. "You're a neat little Chimera," I said, to which the neighbor replied, "Yes, it's mostly wind," implying it's elemental attribute / composition. Suddenly my alarm went off, and I awoke with the smile still on my lips, though it faded rather quickly.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

A Premonition?

Early this morning I remember but one rather short, though very specific dream I had.

I was walking the dog around the bend of the road we usually take. As we're walking he stops and sits down, then lies down. I find this strange, so I approach to encourage him to continue, and realize his back legs have tensed up, and he is in the middle of a seizure. Fearing traffic, as we were in the middle of the street, I lifted him up and started to carry him. But then I awoke, so I'm not sure where I took him. If i were conscious, I'd probably just take him off to the side of the road until the seizure passed.

I am thankful to say he has not to date had a seizure during a walk. I am equally thankful that his seizures seem to have lessened a bit, as more recently they had seemed to have increased. Perhaps my father was right in buying a different kind of food for him. Although it may yet be too early to say.