A recent streak of wacky-esque dreams …

Lately, I have been having many crazy, weird, or otherwise wacky dreams, and given that it’s been pretty regular, I decided to jot them down.  Good thought experiment?  I am unsure how long I will keep them in just a single post, but, for now, here they are.

Night of Mar. 4:

This evening’s wackiness was a diplomatic meeting behind my Dad’s house.  There were 3 or 4 fold up tables lined up in a straight line.  I was standing on one end, and Hillary Clinton was standing on the other, and there was a black plastic sheet (something like a trash bag) extending from one end of the tables to the other — and as wide.

This long black sheet of plastic had wrinkles in it, and it was our job as diplomats to remove all those wrinkles.  After much debate and deliberation (which did not happen in the dream — was just a fast forward), the plastic sheet was not perfectly smooth, but all the wrinkles had just become smooth stretched places, and we decided that was good enough.

I then proceeded to fold up the plastic sheet to file it.  I took it inside to give it to Hillary.  She was in my dad’s shop, standing at a podium, talking to two of her aides.  One was female, the other was male — the females assistant.  They seemed more to be reporters or news liaisons, and Hillary was chiding the male assistant pretty much flat out saying she didn’t like him.  She mentioned something about how sometimes she likes his work, but only when it is right.

I stood there patiently waiting for her attention, but I never got it, and I decided I should probably not be listening in anyway, so I left and went to find an envelope to put the folded up plastic in.  The remainder of the dream was just me wandering, unable to find a suitable envelope.

Night of Mar. 3:

Ok this one is quite vivid, and most of what makes it interesting is the visuals, but I’ll do my best to describe it.

I find myself in China — in a city.  I have no idea which one, but I keep thinking Shanghai, but I know it is not Shanghai, because the giant towers aren’t there.  Looking around it looks like a blend between graphics from the Simpsons and maybe some stuff from Sim City. I am not sure why I am in China, but I’m looking for my hotel.  I go to cross a street, but there is no “street.”  At the edge of the walk, you look down and see sky and clouds.  Right across the street is the entrance to my hotel, but it looks like more of a convenience store front.  There’s definitely plenty of building behind it though.  Plus, what do I know about China?  Maybe that’s what hotels look like here.

Flash to an aerial view from above the city, looking outward, I can see the airport, and it is very futuresque.  I’m going to say I was probably 1000 years in the future.  Think Futurama?  Anyway, back to the street — at this time it is not clear whether I can cross (falling into clouds, etc.) so I decide to jump.  I am pretty sure I fell on my first jump, and the dream rebooted — I found myself in the convenience store, starting at some screens and terminals and whatnot.  I believe I am completing check-in, but there is no clerk or counter, just a bunch of people who are irrelevant to me other than their positioning.  I turn around, and there is the entrance to my room — room #16.  I go into the room and put my stuff down, but I guess the dream rebooted again.  I found myself back outside at the terminals with all my stuff.

This time, however, I couldn’t find my room, and it appeared that my baggage/stuff I was carrying was increasing.  I know exactly where room 16 was, but it’s not there anymore.  I find rooms 14 and 15, 18, etc. but no 16.  I look all over, continuing to come back to the same place where I knew room 16 was before.  Finally, I gave up and I found myself wandering around this hotel/convenience store/mall/airport place.  It was huge, but I found myself in a kind of isolated area with no people, at least at the moment.  I wander, kind of like in a museum or something, and I see this guy I work with.  He is accompanied by a young boy, but the boy isn’t visible in the dream yet.

I surmise that he is an agent stalking me, so when I see he notices me, I duck into a dark corner, and when he peers around, I jump out and scare the living daylights out of him.  Apparently this was a fun game, because I proceed to do the same thing again.  Next thing I know, he and I are walking up this ramp back to the more crowded section of the hotel/convenience store/mall/airport.  I look to my left, and this female person looks at me and kind of grins like she knows me.  I know her, but for some reason my brain doesn’t let me know her, and I keep disbelieving that it’s who I think she looks like.  At any rate, there was this glass wall between her and us — I guess separating 2 ramps, and so we have to wait until we walk to the top to talk to her.

Flash forward, we’re in an auditorium where she meets up with her congregated students.  She is a teacher (even in real life), and she and a male teacher have brought a dozen or so of their students to China for a field trip.  (At this point I am sure this is Emily — my wife’s brother’s wife — the kicker is she is actually a Spanish teacher in real life, so who knows?)  Anyway, they are kind of getting all their stuff together as I guess they just flew in, so they had to get to their hotel, take their first trip or something.  By this time, I notice all my hands are full — I’m carrying a ton of stuff — including a quite bulky tool box/kit.

Then suddenly there was sawdust everywhere.  I had, for some reason, opened the tool box to take something out, but when I went to close it, some sawdust jammed, and when I tried to force the lid to close, the hinge broke.  I opened it back up to clear the debris and try to latch it so I could carry it, but whenever I would open it, kids kept moving around, sliding off benches and whatnot and kicking more sawdust into the container.  I remember now there was a 6 pack of soda (24-oz plastic bottles) in this tool box.

I never could get the hinge latched, so I was a bit exasperated trying to figure out how I was going to carry all this stuff back to my room — even if I could ever find it again.  Then the alarm went off.

Night of Mar. 1:

I probably should move this to another post since it’s been so long since the last dream I recorded, but … well I didn’t so this sentence is pretty useless.

In this dream, I was playing basketball, and, not unusually, I was able to dunk.  Rare, however, was the fact that my jumping was not uncontrollable.  Normally, I jump and go way up in the air and get stuck against the ceiling or up in the winds in the clouds and can’t get down.  Anyway, I wasn’t really aware of this in the dream.  I was just able to dunk — two hands, one hand, etc.  So, naturally, I just kept dunking.

At some point however, the basketballs I was using started morphing.  First one got a lump on it that made it lopsided.  Then, the better balls shrank down to about golf ball size.  I used those for a while, but then all the other players were ready to start.  I realized that the balls were way too small, so I tried to blow them back up (being as I didn’t have a pump or electric compressor).

When I did, it was hard at first, but then they just popped out like a balloon (you know how it’s hard to get them started, then they go pretty easily).  After a certain point, the ball broke away from me, and kind of wobbled out, floating in the air, at which point it seemed to just turn back into a normal ball, so I did the same to the second ball.  Why we needed 2 basketballs is not really clear.

Anyway, suddenly the ball split into component bubble parts.  One looked like a jack-o-lantern, and the other was an orange-ish bubble.  The just floated in the air, oscillating as if split into visible portions of its subatomic structure.

I tried to put them back together, and they would easily overlap, but as the edges got close, they oscillated harder, and would not combine.  I also realized there was a third bubble that broke off, but it had almost immediately dissipated into the oblivion.  Even knowing this, knowing that if I were to get these two to combine I would still be missing the third part, I still tried to combine them, but the portions fought back like oscillating poles of a magnet.

At that point, I realized the top of the orange-ish sphere had disappeared — sliced off, kind of like the top of a jack-o-lantern.  Then there was some kind of ulcer in the bottom of it, and I held my hand over it to keep it from leaking air I guess?  Next thing I know, the sphere turned into a tall pregnant woman who I recognized, but I cannot seem to figure out who she was.  My best guess was Zotoh Zhaan (Farscape).  The rest was mostly incoherent, except that I was holding my hand over a whole in this tall pregnant woman’s back.

Night of Feb. 4:

1.) This one started with one of those dreams where you’re falling or something and you suddenly wake up, only in this one I was plugging two electrical cables together (big ones), and it shocked me (it literally felt like I was being electrocuted, albeit likely much less forcefully than it would be in real life) and startled me a wake.  Definitely a first.

Night of Feb. 3:

1.) A short dream, but I remember thinking it was noteworthy while dreaming it.  This team — a pair, presumably a couple, male and female, were tasked with taking down 2 operatives from within an organization.  Now that I phrase it that way, it likely has to do with my playing Mafia Wars.  Anyway, I was kind of a camera.  I am not sure if I was one of the operatives or just an observer, but there was a big struggle trying to take down the 2 major players in whatever was going on in this organization.  They succeeded, and at the end of the dream it was revealed the two agents were brother/sister, and the operatives they had to take down were their parents.  The only other thing I remember is that, at the end, a group of the company’s employees were standing around outside (glass windows, pillars — tall building) in a sort of celebratory way.  There was a black man with curly hair and large, dark rimmed glasses shaking one of the operatives hand and smiling.

2.) I was in the shower, and the song “The Sex is Good” by Saving Abel started playing.  The main acoustic part came in, and part of me admitted that I actually like the song.  (I actually hate the song, because it just lacks any depth, but I admit I do like the “groove” of that acoustic part.)

Night of Jan 23-24:

1.) Just one that I can recall this night, but thought it was noteworthy.  There wasn’t a distinct plot line or anything, but it related to how people think I am arrogant or uppity (which is strange, in its own right, but anyway) …  The phrase “If I thought half the things people think I think I would …” but there was never any end to it.  I assume it had something to do with how I would not be me, but there really was no end.  Then I was in school at WVU again — lost because I couldn’t find my classroom or something (which makes sense given that I don’t currently have any classes  lol), and I met one of my old students (though I can’t remember her name — remember her face plain as day though).

This student told me about how some of my other students (who thought I was arrogant) made a video about me and put it up on YouTube.  It was called something along the lines of “How the queen got her …” — again, no end to it.  Apparently, they thought I was a diva.  I tried to find the video, because it is always nice to see an external deconstruction of yourself, but, of course, the video didn’t exist.  Turns out dreams are not capable of external deconstruction of the dreamer …

Night of Jan. 20-21:

1.) I had this one dream where I was just out and about with a group of people (I want to say family? I think one person was my Dad?)  Anyway, we looked into the sky and saw these sort of evolving glowy manifestations.  I deduced that they were the northern lights, but as I recall it was some sort of effect from an alien invasion or attack.  I have been watching lots of Doctor Who, and I seem to think the alien type was robot-esque (using -esque a lot today!) — perhaps Daleks?  Definitely not Daleks, but suggestive of them for sure …

2.) I was holding Finn (my son) upside down (by his feet) — he was wearing this red outfit, but I was kind of gently bouncing his head on the floor (as I often do), and I started to notice (and remark) how tall he was getting.  Next thing I know, I was holding my mother upside down.

Night of Jan 18-19:

I had lots of nightmare-like dreams this night.  They weren’t particularly scary necessarily, just sort of embraced by hauntiness/paranoia.  I can’t remember most of them in particular, only that there was at least a half dozen, the adrenaline regularly waking me up.  I do recall one where I worried about people breaking into the house.

Oh now I remember another good one!  I remember now — this was the first that led to many other kind of mini-episodes that basically just caused fleeting panic (about people breaking into the house and other sundry life concerns of that nature)

1.) I was at my house, but, of course, it wasn’t my actual house. It was more of a turn of the century ranch, located near a highway.  In the beginning of the dream, I was in the house.  I looked out the window and saw a bunch of cars parked in the grass just off the highway.  Looking from the house toward the road, the cars were to the right.  I wanted to investigate.

Next thing I remember I was walking up toward the house along the highway, from the direction the cars were parked.  I didn’t walk down there, however.  The dream rebooted, and it was like this was where I started (but I remembered looking from the house).

Anyway, I was next to the wooden fence that was about 75 yards from the highway, maybe 200 yards from the house.  I started walking past these cars (they were lined up in a way that was certainly reminiscent of the way Finn likes to line up all his toy cars, so that’s likely that source).  Turns out, these were the cars of some gang/thugs ( who knows? ) who were preparing some kind of war or meeting or who knows what.  As I walked past, one spotted me and asked what I was doing — kind of in a heckling manner.  I told him that was my house up there, and I was just going home.

He let me go.  When I got to the house, there was this big party going on — lots of fold-up tables set up outside and probably 20 guests having a cookout/covered dish something or other.  Mind you, this was the middle of the night — well lit by a full moon, but still the middle of the night.  All things considered, the gang did not seem to care what we were up to, as long as we weren’t interfering with their plans.

Yet I, understandably, was still concerned about the gang riot, so I casually went into the house to get the phone.  I found it on an end table next to a recliner that was next to a first story window.  Two of my guitars happened to be sitting there too, so, again, casually, I picked up a guitar like that was why I went there.  In what I thought was awesome stealth mode, I grabbed the phone too and stashed it under my leg on the chair and started playing.

Just then, of course, one of the thugs stuck his head in the window and asked me what happened to the phone that was on the table.  At this point, I was somehow in the middle of phoning the police (I had dialed, they had not yet answered, but I did not remember dialing so who knows … maybe I butt dialed).  Realizing I was now considered hostile to the gang, I grabbed my guitar by the neck and beat the guy over the head — repeatedly.  He was quite bloody.  The guitar was destroyed (of course), but I wasn’t particularly concerned.

So now the gang had no choice but to initiate a siege on the house, firing weapons at me.  I remember some panic about being killed, but that is all I remember (I did not actually get hit, if I recall).

2.) Continue paranoia dreams mentioned in above preface …

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