Where I was exactly, I'm not completely sure. I may have been in a random beach house or hotel room, or maybe my grandparents' house, perhaps even an odd combination of the two. My cousin was there, as were my brother and sister, and my mother, grandmother, and aunt and uncle (this particular cousin's parents). I don't remember what was going on at the time, but I suddenly became aware of a fox in the room. She approached me in a bit of a sidling manner, then lay down close beside me (I was sitting on the hardwood floor). I stroked her gently, and she nuzzled in closer, then closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let out a slow, soft, sigh. It suddenly occurred to me that perhaps this fox had sought comfort in what would be her last moments alive, and this pained me deeply. I continued stroking her soft, red and white coat, and noticed a few seconds later that she started breathing again. It happened rather quickly, but a few seconds more and it would not have been so (as dream-rules may then have demanded she be truly dead). I was filled with relief, and a renewed joy that she not only permitted physical contact with me, but she'd desired it as well; and also, that I finally had a fox of my own.
I write this with a small sigh of my own, for it was bitter-sweet; such dreams exist because they very rarely, if ever come true, least of all for one such as me.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
Androids
it was unfortunately short, but I recall being in a sort of factory, or maybe a warehouse or department store even. A legion of androids had amassed there, for purposes of fellowship and aims of world conquest. I had some how been mistaken to be one of them, and found myself mimicking quirky head and eye movements to better blend in. One of them, a woman, stopped and chatted with me about something I no longer remember, but her smile was welcoming, and her words nice enough, though she was ignorant of my true nature. I marched on with others, until arriving at something like a check out counter, where another woman-android started asking me random questions, the last of which i made a joking remark involving "Lucky Charms". Then she made a comment that inferred she was wise to what i was, but I just smirked and asked something like, "what tipped you off?" Her response was in words initially, but they didn't quite make sense, and as I tried to make sense of them, they got even more confusing, until I began to visualize a twisted, expanding network of roots, after which I either awoke, or let the dream pass to oblivion.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Shemp
Many of the details at this point are very vague, but I remember being in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar building, something like an older, sort of run-down, but not entirely kind of place. Brown-red wood walls, might have been paneling. I was engaged in conversation with "Shemp" Howard, from The Three Stooges. It was understood to be a time not long after Moe's death (in waking reality, truth be told I'm no more certain whether "Shemp" outlived Moe, or vice-versa), and we were discussing how their father, an ultra-orthodox Jew, did not approve of the "woob-woob-woob," as he mimed his father.
Sadly, I do not recall what led up to it, or what came after, only that something did both.
still, was a rather unusual, unexpected. I have not seen, or even thought about The Three Stooges in quite some time.
Sadly, I do not recall what led up to it, or what came after, only that something did both.
still, was a rather unusual, unexpected. I have not seen, or even thought about The Three Stooges in quite some time.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
A Lesser Nightmare
I don't quite remember what led up to it, but I remember being out in front of my grandparent's house, either along the street or in a parked car, perhaps behind a car. A police car went past with its lights flashing, though no siren. It seemed to be in pursuit of another car, but neither were going particularly fast. There were several hispanic men in a car behind us, a red volkswagen bug, and they pulled out and started following the police car. They appeared to be armed. I noticed the street seemed different. It was wider, and looked more inner-city-ish. There were cars parked all along both sides of the street, and there were a lot more buildings, apartments, and hotels. The policeman had stopped his car and gotten out, pistol drawn. He was a black man of medium build with a mustache, and in full uniform. There were more young hispanic men coming up the street towards him, seemed to be a large gang, or a perhaps the start of a riot. They mostly carried sticks, clubs, and such, but a few of them had guns.
My dad had me take my mother, sister, and brother-in-law into our hotel (apparently we were at the shore on vacation now rather than at my grandparents' place), while he and my brother, both armed as well, were going to give back-up for the policeman, along with a few other upright men of varying race. I was frantically running through the hotel, looking desperately for our room, which overlooked this particular street. I entered one room that I thought was it, but an older woman was in it whom i did not recognize. "Sorry, wrong room," I said, and quickly ran out to continue my search. I entered another room at the end of the hallway, but found an unfamiliar older couple in it. "Your room's over there," the man said, pointing to an adjacent door. My sister unlocked the door and we went inside, and there found my mother in a bathing suit, apparently getting ready for the beach. It was understood / implied in my mind at this point that she was not present earlier. I ran to the window and grabbed a rifle, in hopes of offering sniper support, but when I got there it was already over. People were cheering, the gang had been defeated, though how, I do not know.
Time passed, and things began to settle down. I was about to go to bed, but I stopped to look out the window in my bedroom. It had started to storm, and and I could see the ocean. Suddenly an enormous wave rose high above the horizon. That's a big wave, I thought. Then it came crashing down, and the water came rushing toward the hotel, and filled up all the way to my window, which was on one of the upper floors. It continued to flow until the bottom two-thirds of the window was covered in water. I feared that the glass might break and that the water would come pouring in, trapping us in a completely flooded hotel room. I ran to my sister's room, and she was sitting on the edge of her bed, consoling herself by hugging her little dog tightly. All of the windows I saw were now completely covered with water. "We have to go up!" I shouted, and we started to gather the rest of the family. But that must have been enough of it, for the threat of the flood completely disappeared from my mind.
Everyone else had left, or was waiting out in the hallway. I was walking to the bathroom, and suddenly realized I could place my tongue under and inside of one of my teeth, into an impossibly large cavity. In the bathroom, I took a hold of the tooth, and with a light tug, I pulled it out, and dropped it in the trash can. I looked in the mirror at the gaping, bloody hole along the right side of my mouth where the tooth had been. Then I became aware that there were more teeth that had to come out, and tin gripping another tooth and pulling, something resembling a dental retainer came out along with both of my canines. "Oh no, those were my favorite!" I lamented. I looked again, and saw what appeared to be a metal wire around them, as though I'd had some preparative dental work done for a night brace, or some other bizarre apparatus. I gazed into the mirror again, and although these had been from the upper row of teeth, my whole bottom row were gone, and my lips hung kind of loose at first, then receded into the deformity of a toothless lower jaw.
I awoke after that, and earnestly thanked the Lord I still had all of my teeth..
My dad had me take my mother, sister, and brother-in-law into our hotel (apparently we were at the shore on vacation now rather than at my grandparents' place), while he and my brother, both armed as well, were going to give back-up for the policeman, along with a few other upright men of varying race. I was frantically running through the hotel, looking desperately for our room, which overlooked this particular street. I entered one room that I thought was it, but an older woman was in it whom i did not recognize. "Sorry, wrong room," I said, and quickly ran out to continue my search. I entered another room at the end of the hallway, but found an unfamiliar older couple in it. "Your room's over there," the man said, pointing to an adjacent door. My sister unlocked the door and we went inside, and there found my mother in a bathing suit, apparently getting ready for the beach. It was understood / implied in my mind at this point that she was not present earlier. I ran to the window and grabbed a rifle, in hopes of offering sniper support, but when I got there it was already over. People were cheering, the gang had been defeated, though how, I do not know.
Time passed, and things began to settle down. I was about to go to bed, but I stopped to look out the window in my bedroom. It had started to storm, and and I could see the ocean. Suddenly an enormous wave rose high above the horizon. That's a big wave, I thought. Then it came crashing down, and the water came rushing toward the hotel, and filled up all the way to my window, which was on one of the upper floors. It continued to flow until the bottom two-thirds of the window was covered in water. I feared that the glass might break and that the water would come pouring in, trapping us in a completely flooded hotel room. I ran to my sister's room, and she was sitting on the edge of her bed, consoling herself by hugging her little dog tightly. All of the windows I saw were now completely covered with water. "We have to go up!" I shouted, and we started to gather the rest of the family. But that must have been enough of it, for the threat of the flood completely disappeared from my mind.
Everyone else had left, or was waiting out in the hallway. I was walking to the bathroom, and suddenly realized I could place my tongue under and inside of one of my teeth, into an impossibly large cavity. In the bathroom, I took a hold of the tooth, and with a light tug, I pulled it out, and dropped it in the trash can. I looked in the mirror at the gaping, bloody hole along the right side of my mouth where the tooth had been. Then I became aware that there were more teeth that had to come out, and tin gripping another tooth and pulling, something resembling a dental retainer came out along with both of my canines. "Oh no, those were my favorite!" I lamented. I looked again, and saw what appeared to be a metal wire around them, as though I'd had some preparative dental work done for a night brace, or some other bizarre apparatus. I gazed into the mirror again, and although these had been from the upper row of teeth, my whole bottom row were gone, and my lips hung kind of loose at first, then receded into the deformity of a toothless lower jaw.
I awoke after that, and earnestly thanked the Lord I still had all of my teeth..
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
A Visit Down Under
In a recent travel dream, I some how wound up in Australia, along with several members of my family. We were at a summer camp of sorts, hosted/run by a man who was both simultaneously Steve Irwin, and Gordon Ramsay, though predominantly the former. It was getting late, and we were either getting ready to leave, or return to our cabins, i'm not sure which, and we had to cross an enormous rope bridge. It was impossibly wide, and near entirely composed of ordinary brown rope, and spanned / arched over a pond. Due to circumstances I no longer remember, I wound up in the water, though at least in part it was intentional. The water was a very pretty shade of blue. There were water lilies closer to the banks, and towards a cave further back along one of the walls. I started toward the cave, but a large, black, and partly transparent tadpole started coming towards me. It had no eyes, or any other features except a wide gaping mouth and a long, finned tail. I would estimate it between eight inches to a foot in length, and the head roughly two inches in diameter. I shooed my hand at it in the water, and it swam away. The Steve Irwin man had gathered everyone up at the edge of the bridge and was preparing to do something with a bunch of barrels that were right by the edge. But then everything fades at this point.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Back to School (Again..)
I was in a classroom, my classroom, resembling a cross between my "home room" of high school, and my jr high / middle school science class. It leaned more toward the latter. The teacher, an older, slender man with graying black hair, had given an assignment, that I do not believe I had completed, if I remember correctly. Other students turned in papers. It was at the end of the class period, the bell rang (it was more of an electronic beeper over the loud speaker, which was standard during my high school year), but before I left, I met with three or four other teachers by the door, who were reading / reviewing the story I am currently in the process of writing. They were not thrilled with it, but did offer some words of encouragement. Particularly though, two or three of them began asking me questions in tandem, and I remember answering that I loved writing, and started back in the third grade. I'm not completely clear if I was deliberately lying, or just dreamfully forgetting that it was the sixth grade that I actually began to take a greater interest in imaginative compositions. They started offering tips and suggestions, but my attention began to drift out the door, I regret I did not mark their words, but instead I only remember my own, which was "practice?" I think they may have asked me what the three most important things are for becoming a good writer. Alas.
Then I was out in the hall, walking presumably to my next class. The left stem of my glasses had come loose in class apparently, and as i was walking, i become aware that the screw holding together the right had come loose as well. My brother was a little ways behind me, and I called to him to ask if he saw my glasses' stem and the screw to it. He must not have heard me clearly, for he cried, "what?" And it was then I felt the screw still in position, though completely apart, yet some how resting on a surface, though in fact they were still on my face. I pinched it together with my right hand and said, "nevermind." I walked on, my brother must have gone to another class, for I found myself alone and wandering around only semi-familiar territory of the school. I became less and less aware of where I was actually headed, and soon I was all but lost. But I kept on going, figuring it would eventually become familiar again. All the while I was thinking to myself, why am I still going to school? I'm 25 years old, I should have graduated by now. Funny thing is, in reality I'm actually around 33-34. But I digress.
I marched on, and as i was ascending a flight of stairs, I suddenly realized I was outside, it was summer time, and I was at the swimming pool to which we used to belong. A large number of my family members were there sitting by their towels and chairs on the grass around the baby pool.
I vaguely remember there was more to it than just this, but unfortunately this is the greatest of my recollections at present.
Curious though.
Then I was out in the hall, walking presumably to my next class. The left stem of my glasses had come loose in class apparently, and as i was walking, i become aware that the screw holding together the right had come loose as well. My brother was a little ways behind me, and I called to him to ask if he saw my glasses' stem and the screw to it. He must not have heard me clearly, for he cried, "what?" And it was then I felt the screw still in position, though completely apart, yet some how resting on a surface, though in fact they were still on my face. I pinched it together with my right hand and said, "nevermind." I walked on, my brother must have gone to another class, for I found myself alone and wandering around only semi-familiar territory of the school. I became less and less aware of where I was actually headed, and soon I was all but lost. But I kept on going, figuring it would eventually become familiar again. All the while I was thinking to myself, why am I still going to school? I'm 25 years old, I should have graduated by now. Funny thing is, in reality I'm actually around 33-34. But I digress.
I marched on, and as i was ascending a flight of stairs, I suddenly realized I was outside, it was summer time, and I was at the swimming pool to which we used to belong. A large number of my family members were there sitting by their towels and chairs on the grass around the baby pool.
I vaguely remember there was more to it than just this, but unfortunately this is the greatest of my recollections at present.
Curious though.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Fireworks, Croquet, and a Fox in my Bed
I don't quite remember how it began, perhaps it reflected some of the annoyance at waking up at 3:30 this morning to a double tap of something, on something across my room.
I was in a field, or perhaps outside of a stadium or arena, along with several of my family members, and a bunch of random children. It was decided that we would set off some fireworks. There was some concern as to whether we had the appropriate forms filled out, but I selected a plastic bag containing mine, and got in a pickup truck, where I awaited my brother and either my dad or my maternal grandfather, whichever of the two decided to take us to our expected destination, known familiarly as simply "The Land".
The trip never happened though, for I found myself somehow in charge of activities for all of the children, and I set about preparing for a number of different games, one of which particularly interested me, though I can't remember what it entailed. Then I gave one boy, who was wearing a red and white horizontally striped shirt, and blue and white horizontally striped pants, a croquet set, since it was his birthday apparently, and he also happened to resemble one of the children depicted on the box. But then he wanted me to play croquet with him, and since it was implied that he looked up to me (even though now in conscious reflection I have no idea who he was), so I conceded and left the others continue on their way to play the game I'd wanted to play, to set up croquet to play with this little boy.
I'm not sure at this point if anything more occurred, if there was a span of emptiness, or if it transitioned immediately, but I felt myself awaken, and began to notice something crawling around on my blankets. Each second brought an increasing sensation of dread; I realized it wasn't the dog, it felt too small to be him, plus I knew my door was shut. Was it the cat? But we didn't have a cat. In a burst of fear, I shoved the thing from under the covers, and then I felt it start to move back to where it was. My heart was pounding, and in all this I failed to fully realize I wasn't in my present bedroom, but rather one from the house we lived in during my high school years. I must have briefly dozed off, and suddenly became aware of something warm, soft, and furry lying against my right arm. Very, very slowly, I reached out my left hand and touched it. It was an animal of some kind, curled up in a ball, apparently asleep. Though it was too dark to see, I suddenly became aware that it was in fact a fox, and that it had some how come into my room, and decided to warm up next to me for the night. I remember having read long ago how foxes sometimes snuggle up against hibernating bears if it gets really cold. At this thought, I found myself start to relax, and to drift off to sleep, still in a dream, albeit rather lucid. Some people think that when you fall asleep in a dream, you wake up in reality; but my experience has been that it only depends and expands the subconscious realm, and often brings a piece of the conscious mind along with it. It was quite the endearing moment, my fox and I, but sadly it was to be short-lived.
A fragment of nightmare drifted in, as my subconscious began to ponder some unpleasant "what-if's". What if it's really a rat? It's not a rat. What if it's some unearthly parasite feeding off of me while I sleep? Wait, what? I reached over and lifted the creature up in the palm of my hand, and saw what resembled a tiny, brown tiger-striped kitten, with what appeared to be a line of yellow-brown vomit down its chest and around its mouth. It just sort of looked at me and mewled. Then my subconscious spoke, "blow some carbon dioxide on it." I blew softly on its face, and two large, spider-like fangs appeared, and began to move in ready of piercing my flesh. In disgust, I quickly threw it down along the gap between the wall and my bed, and woke up shortly afterward.
I was in a field, or perhaps outside of a stadium or arena, along with several of my family members, and a bunch of random children. It was decided that we would set off some fireworks. There was some concern as to whether we had the appropriate forms filled out, but I selected a plastic bag containing mine, and got in a pickup truck, where I awaited my brother and either my dad or my maternal grandfather, whichever of the two decided to take us to our expected destination, known familiarly as simply "The Land".
The trip never happened though, for I found myself somehow in charge of activities for all of the children, and I set about preparing for a number of different games, one of which particularly interested me, though I can't remember what it entailed. Then I gave one boy, who was wearing a red and white horizontally striped shirt, and blue and white horizontally striped pants, a croquet set, since it was his birthday apparently, and he also happened to resemble one of the children depicted on the box. But then he wanted me to play croquet with him, and since it was implied that he looked up to me (even though now in conscious reflection I have no idea who he was), so I conceded and left the others continue on their way to play the game I'd wanted to play, to set up croquet to play with this little boy.
I'm not sure at this point if anything more occurred, if there was a span of emptiness, or if it transitioned immediately, but I felt myself awaken, and began to notice something crawling around on my blankets. Each second brought an increasing sensation of dread; I realized it wasn't the dog, it felt too small to be him, plus I knew my door was shut. Was it the cat? But we didn't have a cat. In a burst of fear, I shoved the thing from under the covers, and then I felt it start to move back to where it was. My heart was pounding, and in all this I failed to fully realize I wasn't in my present bedroom, but rather one from the house we lived in during my high school years. I must have briefly dozed off, and suddenly became aware of something warm, soft, and furry lying against my right arm. Very, very slowly, I reached out my left hand and touched it. It was an animal of some kind, curled up in a ball, apparently asleep. Though it was too dark to see, I suddenly became aware that it was in fact a fox, and that it had some how come into my room, and decided to warm up next to me for the night. I remember having read long ago how foxes sometimes snuggle up against hibernating bears if it gets really cold. At this thought, I found myself start to relax, and to drift off to sleep, still in a dream, albeit rather lucid. Some people think that when you fall asleep in a dream, you wake up in reality; but my experience has been that it only depends and expands the subconscious realm, and often brings a piece of the conscious mind along with it. It was quite the endearing moment, my fox and I, but sadly it was to be short-lived.
A fragment of nightmare drifted in, as my subconscious began to ponder some unpleasant "what-if's". What if it's really a rat? It's not a rat. What if it's some unearthly parasite feeding off of me while I sleep? Wait, what? I reached over and lifted the creature up in the palm of my hand, and saw what resembled a tiny, brown tiger-striped kitten, with what appeared to be a line of yellow-brown vomit down its chest and around its mouth. It just sort of looked at me and mewled. Then my subconscious spoke, "blow some carbon dioxide on it." I blew softly on its face, and two large, spider-like fangs appeared, and began to move in ready of piercing my flesh. In disgust, I quickly threw it down along the gap between the wall and my bed, and woke up shortly afterward.
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