the Trunks

I dreamed I was doing a survival show with Cody Lundin (best dream ever, 10 out of 10...).  The show wasn't going so well, Cody was upset over a girl.  It was night out in the wilderness, there were juniper trees and crickets in a ravine, outlined in moonlight.  There was a huge tent in white plastic, the production team was inside, Cody and I were not allowed in.  We're supposed to be "surviving" while they filmed us.  Cody said he needed to sneak into the tent to talk to her, I says fine, I'll help.  I cut a slit in the tent near the ground, enough to fit us inside, I went in and there were hard-shell travel trunks set on portable tables everywhere.  I looked for Cody, who didn't come inside, instead I saw his silhouette sneaking around outside the tent, I knew it was him because it was a big dude with pigtails, booty shorts and no shoes on.  Suddenly he screamed for me to get out, and his silhouette turned around and ran.  The end of the tent he ran from collapsed, the entire wall was pinned across the ground and continued to advance toward me, like I was inside a tube of toothpaste being squeezed from the back.  I ran back to the hole I cut and wiggled out, just in time before the tent was completely flattened.  On top stood an elephant that had three trunks, and it was using them to roll a large tree trunk across the tent.  On its neck sat a rider, directing the animal.  When it saw me, it got spooked a little, giving me time to run.  The trees had changed, the leaves were thick and looked wet.  Behind the trees, I saw more elephant trunks reaching out trying to grab me as I ran past.  I followed Cody until we both stopped, exhausted.  Cody took a hand full of leaves and said put it on my neck to help cool off.  I took it, and the leaves felt like I was holding a vine of grapes that just came out the refrigerator.  Then, we noticed a campfire, and thought oh shit.  People rushed out at us, we tried to run, but they caught us.  They were giants, we wouldn't have outrun them anyway, they were twice as tall as me.  One was a woman, she had a clean pressed uniform on, and said she has to arrest us.  She cuffed my hands behind my back, and it was uncomfortable, I felt strain in my shoulders and tingling in my fingers.  I woke up because I was sleeping weird and had cut the circulation to my arm.

the Cubes

I was half asleep, kept awake by subtle movement in bed.  Anne was breathing really fast and whimpering in her sleep.  I saw the bedroom with my eyes shut, and everything looked pixelated like watching a television too close.  Of course life isn't two-dimensional, I saw everything made of cubes in the room, including myself and her (stop playing crafting video games aidan).  Then, I dreamed bits of cubes moved, pristine cut-outs of furniture and wall, myself and carpeted floor, Anne and popcorn ceiling.  The pieces traded places, becoming scrambled yet orderly, like watching the visually-aided disk-defragmenter for Windows(98?) slowly load pieces in a new way.  Then, I felt long pieces, chains of cubes linked together, pull out of me like slurping differing lengths of spaghetti noodles, and those lengths were replaced with lengths from anything else in the room that snaked its way by in the air.  The room became scrambled yet vaguely the same, like a tile mosaic that still held a picture in arrangements of shapes, implied and suggested, not literal, weird to explain.  That's all I remembered.

the go-green Car

I dreamed that I had an alternative fuel vehicle.  It ran on heads of lettuce.  I went to the grocery store to fill up, buying all the heads of green lettuce, romaine lettuce, bok choy, green and purple cabbage.  Waiting in line to check out, a man approached me wearing a mechanics' shirt.  He noticed my purchase and asked if I had one of the new cars, I says yep!  He was impressed, and said his next vehicle will be one and he will name it Sven.  I told him I named mine Zambie (???).  I walked out to the parking lot and unlocked my car, which looked like my truck except it had no wheels, just laid flat on the ground unsupported.  In the passenger seat, there was a cylindrical tower that went through the roof, and on the roof the cylinder supported a turret with a cannon.  The middle seat looked like an empty bathtub, and there was a hole on the cylinder with words above it "LOAD".  I filled the tub with my vegetables, turned the key in the ignition and watched from the window the empty wheel spaces grew giant legs, reptilian legs with little claws.  The engine hood opened part way, and a turtles head popped out and looked back at me.  I turned the steering wheel, which turned the turret, loaded a head of lettuce in the "LOAD" port, then launched it onto main street.  The turtle watched it soar then skittered after it, scooping it up in its beak as I launched another further down the street.  The ride felt like I was driving a car with square wheels, but it was fun.  That's all I remember.

the Assassin

I first remember I was drafted back into the Navy.  I didn't have any uniforms, and I was broke.  I was in the office stressed out because it was late, the Exchange was closed and the ship was getting underway in the morning.  Then, a friend gave me his credit card, said you can pay me back with your first check.  I was so relieved, and went to the Exchange so I could be there when they open in the morning.  The Exchange building was open but nothing was in service, and the lights were off but I still went inside, I thought maybe I can at least try on uniforms so I can be ready to check-out in the morning.  Inside the dressing room, there were lights on, and I went to the back dressing room, there were people inside at a table full of wrapped gifts.  I said I was just here to try on uniforms, it's kind of an emergency.  There was a girl there, she didn't seem to like me and told me to go away.  She was very petite, I didn't recognize her.  Before I left, she said I should take one of the gifts, and offered me a gift in a mailing tube.  I opened it, and it was a spear about 3 feet long.  It was weird, I told them I can't accept it because they won't let me take weapons on the ship.  She looked at me real freaky psychotically like, so I left.  When I got into the hallway full of doors to dressing rooms, it was dark and there was about a foot or so of water on the floor with soaked clothes floating around.  I closed the door quickly to not let water into the room I just came from, the scary bitch might yell at me again.  I waded through the hall, then heard the door open and slam shut behind me.  The girl had rushed out and at me, she held the spear in the darkness, I couldn't see but I felt it instinctively it seemed.  I tried to run but the water and clothing tripped me up, I turned over on my back to defend myself but she was already on top of me and had run me through the gut.  It didn't hurt actually, I just laid there stunned, and she said she was paid to murder me before I got to the ship, nothing personal.  She said she needed proof that she accomplished her mission, and proceeded to cut my heart out of my chest.  Again, it didn't hurt, and when she pulled it out she got angry, and said it's not the real heart but a decoy.  She showed me my heart and it was carved from oak and had roots sticking out of it as if to mimic the arteries and veins.  She screamed at me, demanding my real heart, where I hid it or who would know where it is.  That's all I remember.

Meditation

I sat against a wall cross legged, I was tired I just worked out, my biceps and triceps felt torn and my thighs felt tenderized (good fuckin' workout man!).  I just finished stretching, I turned everything electrical off and listened to nothing, telling myself 20 minutes, do it jerkface.  I breathed shallow, let my head hang.  I released all tension in my body, starting at my core, my spine, my stricken guts, then to my limbs, my extremities, slowly uncovering pieces of me I kept tight.  Somewhere in my body anger is trapped, I want to find it and release it, I don't need it anymore.  I felt everything go, I let my mind wander.  I thought about Anne.  I thought about sex.  I thought about my friend Matt.  I thought about God.  I thought about dinner.  I thought about wine.  I thought about that weird pain in my back.  I thought about death.  I thought about a galaxy, and if my soul would go there.  Heaven seems boring, I don't want a gold mansion full of treasure.  I want my dog Rudy back.  I want to watch my son grow old, and whisper blessings to him.  I want to feel loved and cry happily.  I want to watch the universe being created.  I want to take dance lessons with Anne.  I want to go fishing.  I want the tingle in my spine to continue, and it did.  It spread everywhere, creeping to my fingertips and toes, to the center of my forehead and tip of my junk (oh grow up!).  It collected at those places then rippled back, exploding chain reactions, overlapping and vibrating through me.  My entire body felt like when your leg falls asleep, intense, I imagined spirituality.  I imagined perhaps this is how the body is left when the soul is cast out.  Or, perhaps when you invite something else in.  It felt good, it was soothing and I knew it would help me find what I'm looking for.  I fell asleep sitting up, I dreamed about a cricket.  I picked him up so he could sing me to sleep, and I sang with him in a deep voice next to the camp fire.  Suddenly my throat gave out, I felt strain there and I got angry because I couldn't sing, I'm missing this opportunity, the cricket will be gone in the morning.  Then I realized I found it.  I woke up and screamed, I growled until my throat was raw, until blood pooled in my fingers and my core felt stricken.  It felt sooooo fuckin' good to do.  I rolled on my back onto the floor laughing, I found it and expelled it.

the ghost Fish

I remember it was really dark, cool and quiet.  When my eyes adjusted I found I was on the bow of the ship.  I remember this, the brightest stars in the darkest night I ever seen, they looked like vapor frozen up there, it had starry masses, not just twinkling dots.  Clarity enough to see where we are placed in this galaxy.  The ship didn't move, and no machine noises polluted the air.  I felt graced with an ethereal serenity, it was spooky as fuck.  I looked into the water, there were no waves, no wind, just quiet black current under a mirror reflecting the brilliant sky.  Then I saw ghost fish, they lit up when they swam away and disappeared again.  It's from the plankton, when disturbed they glow briefly, bio-illuminescent blue-ish white.  I smiled, I remember I loved this.  I tried to recognize the fish, they had bloated middles and thin fins, with a saw-like feature down their backs, I think they are tuna.  There were others, some sharks, some small schools would get spooked and exploded away like fireworks.  I could watch this forever, then I saw something massive, something deep.  I thought maybe it's a whale surfacing, fucking cool!  I watched the mass get closer and closer, and more appeared around it, I thought that's a lot of whales, I felt foreboding, I felt excited and intimidated, I realized my palms were sweating under fists clenched at the railing.  I couldn't make it out, it began to move away, oh shit! No! I wanna see! I leaned over the railing and it stopped, I was able to single out one mass, and I realized it wasn't a whale, but a shoulder, then an arm, an elbow, a forearm, a wrist, a hand, fingers and a thumb.  I froze and I became scared, I shied away from the edge, I quietly loaded a chain of 7.62 Nato into one of the M60's.  I watched hoping it would go away, but he just floated there, submerged, palms up and the rest of his body made visible only by the plankton.  He was massive, his head and feet seemed to disappear under curves of invisible horizon.  I wanted the fucking ship to turn on, to start steaming ahead, but no hands worked the bridge, no quartermaster manned the helm.  I felt panicky, then calm suddenly.  I stopped feeling scared and remembered home.  I remembered I'm dreaming now, I'm asleep in my bed, so I watched him more, until all the plankton was swept away and dark clouds blotted out the stars.  I heard the wind pick up in the darkness, outside my window.  I heard the ship turn on, machinery whirring and cars passing, birds.. dog.. doors..

a legitimate Nightmare

I dreamed I was going home on the train in Japan.  I was with Clay.  I held his hand high so he could keep balance while the train shifted and accelerated, it was fun.  Then we walked up to the apartment, which was a tiny shoebox, single room.  It was late, when we arrived the place was in shambles.  There were booze bottles everywhere and all the food was gone.  My brother was there, he apologized for having a party while we were gone.  I told him to clean it up, and Clay was complaining he was hungry.  I told him to get his shoes and jacket back on, then we walked back toward the train station where there is a 7&I Holdings, they always have good shit in their deli section something something rather blah blah shplee... .  It was day all of a sudden, and there was snow in the streets.  There were other families outside playing, some called out to Clay saying hello, I held his hand like I always do.  Then he ran off to play, I called out to him and he was lost with the other children.  Everyone was asking me where Clay is, I said he was just here, and I walked as brisk as I could over icy pavement.  I started to get anxious, then panicked, then crazed.  I yelled for him and ran between the streets, then I started to feel like a giant, touching the second floors of buildings on both sides of the streets, peering around corners, jumping above the buildings to glance at the next.  I was terrified he was lost, or someone had taken him, or anything.  Where the fuck is my son!?  Thoughts flashed through me and I felt helpless and angered and shaky.  I woke up feeling anxious, that sucked!  I thought this appropriate for fathers day.

xmas in June

I dreamed that I was shopping for Christmas gifts.  I don't like vicious crowds or annoying sales people or buying Christmas, so I left the department store out the back, where all the stock is.  When I got outside, there was a "wintery wonderland" set up, but it's June so everything was fake.  There were wrapped gifts everywhere, white felt sheets over the ground and packing peanuts strewn about to mimic snow.  There was of course Christmas trees, lights, a Nativity scene and a Santa Clause scene with reindeer and elves.  I was alone, noticed the nativity scene, which was on a wooden platform raised to eye level, and it was on fire.  I thought oh shit, and ran back inside for help.  There was no one, but on a forklift I found a fire extinguisher, so I immediately and effectively used it.  Then there were people, upset people, old folks, some in the motorized shopping carts.  They were upset because I put the fire out, and the burning of all this crap was a "tradition".  They became further irritated because no one had a source of flame to continue.  So, I thought "ooo... fire, fun", and went back to the forklift, took off the propane fuel source to use as ignition.  I opened the tank and let the gas bleed onto a wad of felt "snow" until it became soaked.  I ignited it with a spark from a broken rock and a chain link from a chain that held Santa's sleigh in the air.  All their shit started burning, they were still upset yet gracious enough to say I can have one of the gifts, and I became very confused, seeing as though I just torched all their gifts.  Then, it became evident that the gift exchange was to wrap gifts that wouldn't burn, that way no one felt like they got a worthless gift.  I thought it bizarre, and after the blaze everyone picked up gifts from the ashes, some fighting over a few.  All the tags burned so you couldn't tell who it was from.  There was nothing left, I stayed distant, it was weird.  Then, they were intent on making me pick a gift, to take it away from someone, and I refused.  Instead, I picked up the chain I used to make sparks, and said I'll take this, it's plenty useful.  It was still warm from the blaze and left soot on my hands, and I thought "oh goodie, this will be handy in the truck".  They literally felt pity for me and thought me an idiot so I started to not care who or what they are.  I took the slightly used fire extinguisher, the chain and the broken rock back to my truck, that's all I remember.  Best Christmas ever, 10 out of 10.

the Mission

I first remember having to pick my sister up on a highway.  I got a call from the police department that she had been illegal helicopter racing (???).  It was late, and she flew the 'copter low to the ground to avoid radar, and somehow she got caught by the police in a car (???).  They confiscated her "wings" and left when I arrived.  We argued, because she refused to get in my truck and wanted to walk it off.  Suddenly, the night was lit brighter than day because an atomic bomb went off in the distance.  I felt scared, and pleaded with her to get in the car before the blast reached us.  She still refused, and the blast hit so hard and faster than I expected, the truck blew over and when I recovered, the sky was fiery and my sister had vanished.  More people came, an angry mob, they said a giant exploded the bomb, and his name was Atlas.  They told me I need to kill him, so I took my Mosin Nagant and chased after him.  There were other people chasing him, shooting but missing their mark.  The Atlas had bone white skin, hair and clothing, looked like an old man with a pooch belly and moobs.  I felt that I really wanted to be the one who does it, I felt vengeful.  The ground was scorched black, and the giant moved over steep ravines swiftly, but I could climb better than the other people.  I knew to shoot him center mass, for some reason, because his center torso was weak.  I followed him into a cave, it was luxurious inside.  I snuck about, and was greeted by a short man in a bathrobe, still drying what remained of his balding head.  I asked him who he was, he said his name is Atlas.  I realized the giant was a suit of armor and this little dude was piloting it.  When he saw I realized what was going on, he stabbed me quickly before I could level my rifle at him.  I bled on the bathroom floor, and last remember thinking I should have stayed with the main group, I shouldn't have over-extended myself, I disadvantaged myself tactically, greed and blood lust.

the time Machine

I don't remember what it looked like I just remember using it, I woke up in 1983.  I was lost, I wandered around town, then Anne found me.  She was excited to see me, and then it dawned on me that she technically wasn't born yet.  I questioned her about it, she stacked lies on top of lies, and I felt a vibe from her that whatever reason she had she was embarrassed to admit.  She followed me here, though, and I was glad.  I walked with her through a neighborhood, the houses were very neat.  The grass was bright green in their perfect yards and the paint on the walls and fences was unnervingly white.  The air was foggy and brilliant.  At an intersection, in the middle of the street, there was a small shack made of corrugated metal siding, all the edges were sharp and inside the self-tapping screws were not covered against an accidental poke.  There was a small bed with red sheets inside, it actually filled the shack.  We layed to rest, and started talking about all the things we should do together that we never could have, now that we're in the '80's (yesssss...).  Suddenly I felt pain throughout my neck and throat, and there was a voice outside the shack, she spoke authoritatively.  She said, "go ahead, do what you want here, but you can't talk to the people, so until you go home you will have broken glass in your throat."  It felt horrible, but I didn't want to go home yet, and last I remember was getting ready to leave the shack and take Anne to see Journey with Steve Perry still at it (whaaat! yessss....)