1 04 2015

Last night, I dreamt of many dreams, but only one that frightened me. I was in this pool kind of area, and we were closing down for the night. The last thing we had to do was to shut off one of the valves for the water, but unfortunately, it was stupidly located underwater, so whoever had to turn it off had to dive down and manually turn it off. I had been scheduled to go down and turn it off, but she told me of the recent attacks by seals with spears in the dream, I imagined them as cute, animated seals holding cute, animated spears) who killed a staff member. Whoever had to go down also had to potentially face these seals.

Needless to say, I really didn’t want to go down there. I put my head in my hands and got really depressed when someone else volunteered (cheerfully) to go down. It was coworker of mine (who I’ve met once and whose name I can no longer remember but I feel like it might be Jen?) got up and made her way over to the red, sealed, metal door, behind which she was supposed to descend. The supervisor asked her if she was really ready to go, and Jen, a little too excited, said yes. As she readied herself, she turned her back to the door and faced the rest of us sitting on the floor. And with that, the door opened.

Everyone gasped. It wasn’t that the water on the other side was literally defying the laws of gravity by not allowing flowing out and washing over us. It wasn’t that the water rippled in front of us, like there was some sort of invisible wall there.

It was because Batman was behind the door in the water, glaring back at all of us.

Jen, still with her back to the open door, started climbing in the water. We yelled at her not to go, and when she turned around, she leapt away from the door and to safety. Someone closed the door, but didn’t lock it. Everyone parted from the door in fear; I was a fair way back.

The metal door banged loudly. I yelled for someone to lock the door, and someone clicked it securely. The door thudded again. This time, everyone got up and ran out of there. A bunch of us and I ran to one exit, crossing a sort of gangway, and it was only then that I noticed there were red metal doors, just like the door Batman had merely moments been trying to get through, all around us. We were screwed.

Just when we thought were were safe, two students dressed in lab coats came at us with blunt syringes filled with some sort of bright liquid. They explicitly announced that there was no exit, and that they were going to be experimenting on us for something, and proceeded to start stabbing everyone in the neck. Once injected, victims went limp, hobbling around mindlessly like a zombie. I was freaked out, yes, but also wondered why nobody was fighting them, just letting themselves get stabbed by these geeky-looking wannabe scientists.

“Christy,” I yelled to this girl nearby who I haven’t seen since the seventh grade, “get away from here!” I think she started running the other way.

And then I fought them. I stabbed one with her syringe and got her good, but the other one injected some liquid in me before I managed to subdue him. I felt my legs get tingly and wobbly, but I was still able to think clearly. I hobbled back the other way and saw Christy.

“Help, Christy,” I managed. But she ran from me. In that moment, I grumbled about how ungrateful she was after I basically saved her life. As I rounded the corner, a guy with glasses came up to me.

“Eddie,” I said, leaning on a table to keep from falling over, “help. My legs…” I knew he’d be able to help (even if in retrospect, I have no idea who he was), but then…

I woke up, drenched in sweat, as it usually happens when I have bad dreams.


24 03 2012

March 23rd, 2012

The same night I had the Mao dream, I had this one after.


There is an alien in the house, and no one seems to care.  And by alien, I mean the alien fromAlien– the big, black, acid-spitting, chest cavity-exploding alien.  I’m trying to block it from entering the kitchen since my mom, dad, and sister are in there as well.  They’re all talking amongst themselves, seemingly oblivious to the fact that there is a giant monster trying to barge into their kitchen, even when I yell at them to help me push the door since I can’t hold the thing off forever.  Just after I say this, it pushes its way in, and I kind of sigh, resigned, and run downstairs to safety.  I hear my family finally alarmed but obviously it’s too late.  As I run downstairs, I catch a glimpse of the black thing charging in, presumably killing my parents, then following my sister downstairs (and thus, following me too).  I’m about to lock the bathroom door and hop out the window and run for my life when I hear my sister behind me.  Should I lock the door and let my sister die and buy myself more time or should I wait for her even though she did absolutely nothing upstairs?  I ultimately decide to wait for her before locking the door.  She hops out the window first and I follow.  However, she turns left and heads into the backyard while I go right and go out the front yard.  I wonder who the alien is going to follow and hope it’s not me…

Then I woke up, terrified, nonetheless, and unable to fall back asleep for a while.

Dream 13

9 08 2011

Aug. 20, 2005

I was in the old house and running downstairs.  Maggie and Florrie were out to get me some reason.   The bathroom door would not close and therefore, Maggie somehow took the door off.  I ran to the next room but it also failed to close and Maggie took that door off too.  I ran to the room next to Florrie’s and just closed it.  I started opening the window when Maggie came in.  her nose was a little bloody even though I hadn’t really done anything to her, except maybe push a door in her face.  I got down and she started punching me but I dodged them.  She then started kicking but I was too far away.  I grabbed one of her legs when she was kicking and swung her against a wall.  She lay face down.  I finished opening the window and looked back at her, just to see if she was going to miraculously wake up.

But she didn’t.

I ran out the window and heard Florrie coming out of the front door, saying, “Hey!”  I think there were subtitles…

[dreaming in subtitles?  That’s really weird and I think I might just use that for my screenplay about dreams…]

Dream 6

23 02 2011

Well, I had the worst nightmare: performing and screwing it up like never before.

I somehow found myself at the old Myles of Beans cafe where I used to perform.  In my dream, it was the last day, before the cafe closed (it’s closed now.  I don’t know why…) and I was invited by Wes, the resident musician in charge of open mic nights.  He invited me up to the stage and I sat down at the piano with my back to the audience (which you’re not supposed to do and even in real life, the piano was turned sideways so people could see you).  So there I sat, staring at the wall with the audience behind me while I talked into the mic about random things and the people behind me laughed as if I were a comedian.

This went on for a few minutes until I realized what I was there to do: play music.  So I said, “I should better get playing” and proceeded to play a song (I don’t remember which one).  But there wasn’t a mic for me to sing into and my words were barely heard over the piano.  So I suddenly stopped playing and asked Wes if I could get a mic which was nearby.  He gave it to me and I started playing again and for whatever reason, I kept screwing up everything: the piano, the words, the singing.  Everything was going wrong, not to mention it seemed to take me forever to finish the song.

Finally, I was done but I still wanted to play one song well to show everyone that I wasn’t some idiot.  Out of all my songs, I figured I knew how to play “Goodbye Spain” the best (also I had just played it a few hours before I went to bed).  So I did that, except somehow the microphone was on the other side of the piano again and I just thought, “Fuck it!  I’ll sing without the mic” and proceeded to then sing-shout the song overtop of the piano.

That’s all I remember.  God, I hope that doesn’t actually happen to me.  *shudder*

Dream 4

5 02 2011

July 16, 2008

Dream 4

I think this all happened when I was at the swimming pool.  I don’t know which one because it didn’t look familiar.  I jumped into the pool and got out and walked around for a bit.  There was this small wooden box that someone had crudely made and even though I didn’t look inside, I knew that was where ammunition/bullets were kept.

So somehow that goes into a hostage situation with me, Kem, and Lulu.  The evil guy (terrorist, I guess) kept switching faces/bodies, but we always knew who she/she was.  I had a gun pointed in my face several times (as did Lulu and Kem) and it was kinda scary actually.  The evil guy’s plan (he was Bob [one of the TA’s at VFS] for a bit) was to kill a bunch of us (or maybe one) and then to shoot this building that he crudely drew that had bullets of some kind.  He gave the gun to me a few times, to shoot at the building but I told him my aim was really crappy.

I remember him telling us he was going to kill one of the three of us.  He pointed the gun at Kem, and I didn’t want him to die so I wrapped my around around him, trying to protect him.  He held onto me, close, which was really nice.  t felt right and even though I knew I could possibly die, I didn’t care beause it was Kem.

Eventually, perspectives changed to that of the evil guy aiming the gun around the room.

There may have been something before that I don’t remember…

Evil guy aimed the gun at the building lebelled bullets, and I didn’t understand.  Lulu explained how it was something about hexagons and stuff and even though I probably wouldn’t undert it in real life, I understood it in my dream.  She said how if evil guy shot at the building, ice/diamonds would fall down and fall on people below.  Just as I realized this, he fired.

I watched as pieces of ice fell… on top of me.  I was on a bed, and I grabbed a pillow to shield myself.  The ice hit the pillow and I was safe.  I looked around the room and saw that Lulu was fine but that Kem was gone.  I saw the shape of his body underneath the covers and when I pulled them back, he lay there, silent.  There was a trickle of blood running down the side of his head.

I thought he was dead.  He definitely looked dead.

I freaked out.  I started crying and screaming a little, thinking the bullet hit him before it hit the building.

I was SO upset, more than I’ve ever been in both real life as well as my dream.

He suddenly stirred and I realized he wasn’t dead, which overwhelmed me.  I was so incredibly happy, more than I’ve ever been in both real life as well as my dreams.

A bit later (probably some more stuff happened), I had the gun.  I don’t remember how I got it,  but the evil guy was now Mahea [one of my cousins], and I pointed the gun in her face.  She was scared.  That made me happy.  The police or some official-looking people took her away.

I waved Kem over, saying we had to get going to go some place.  He stood a few feet away from me, bathed in a sort of white light.  He smiled at me, I think.  Or maybe he just stood there staring at me.

The real Inception

9 01 2011

I’ve had a dream within a dream before, but I believe that was about as complex as my dreams have been.  Last night, it was a little more puzzling than that.

Before any of you get ideas about how my mind was infiltrated by people or assume that I was involved in some kind of zero-gravity fight scene, no.  I’ll just explain by writing it.

First dream: Something scary.  I don’t remember much.  I think I was in bed and there was something that scared the crap out of me in my room.  I didn’t want to do it, but eventually I resorted to screaming and yelling for my mom and after a while, she came in and I probably stopped.

Second dream: I woke up in my bed again, realizing what just happened was only a dream.  I felt relieved, yet still a little wary/scared because I felt like there was something else in the room.  I could see it faintly, an outline of someone, standing nearby…

Third dream: My mom and I were in a parking lot, going to the car.  I was telling her about my two dreams, about how scared I was but that I was relieved they were only dreams.  As we started to pull out of the parking space and get on our way, another van was in our way, with lots of stuff packed on the top of their car.

Reality: I woke up!  This time for realz, yo.  Then I told a bored-seeming mom who didn’t say much about it.

There’s a name for dreams within dreams, but the name escapes me.  I can’t remember if they mean something, like how most things in dreams are symbols of other things.  Anyway, I thought that was cool, if a little scary.

Other parts of the dreams include my grandparents sitting together and my grandpa being an actor, posing as if dead with fake blood on his head (I mentioned the blood part to my mom and asked if fake blood still meant money but she just smiled and didn’t say anything).