the Clock

I dreamed about a clock I have in my living room.  It is a cheap, analog, octagonal Wal-Mart clock.  In my dream, it was missing the numbers and the hands were pointing to a time that was not right.  I went to take it off the wall and set it to the correct time, but it was stuck to the wall.  I tried to pry it off carefully and the glass fell out, so I took off the hands and peeled out the face.  Underneath was an actual face, I didn't recognize who.  It was an old and wrinkly lady, eyes closed and motionless.  I touched her cheek, it was warm and real, I pushed it and the whole face popped open like one of those cabinets with magnets you have to push to pop open.  Behind, the clock covered a hole in the wall, which had a slim yet crazy long hallway.  It was dark, and within reach was a light switch. I reached in and tested the switch, and random bulbs along the low ceiling flickered on.  The walls were like u expect looking in a wall, 2x4's, insulation and nails poking inward, but stuck all along it whether glued or nailed to the walls and ceiling was gold jewelry, toys and items embossed with jewels that clicked and swayed (like a metronome and kinetic science sets), purple peacock feathers and letters curled up in gold ribbons, religious items.  All just stuck in the walls.  I was looking down it like WTF!? Where does this go? Then, a door opened at the end, and a woman walked down it at a brisk pace, somehow not knocking anything off the walls.  When she got close enough to see, I recognized her as the lady wearing a leather skirt, white jacket and high heels from Journey's "Separate Ways" music video.  She strutted just the same, with her hands in her pockets, silent and that's all I remember.

the red PJ's

I dreamed I was walking to class, on an unfamiliar campus. It seemed less a campus actually, and more a camp or retreat, but still an institution of education, hard to explain.  The classes were far apart, and getting between classes was a long wilderness hike, my legs were sore.  The day ended, I went back to the (dorm?), which was a single roomed cabin.  There were a couple guys I didn't recognize there, watching a TV placed on the floor, from their sleeping bags.  The room was full of sleeping bags and luggage cases made into makeshift "areas", nothing else except the TV and a queen size bed in the far corner.  The bed was mine, I had all my travel things on it.  Next, I saw a familiar face enter the room, my ex-girlfriend.  It wasn't weird, I had no bad or awkward feelings.  She was happy to see me.  She said classes were crazy, telling me about it as I held a blanket up to cover her from my and the other guys eyes while she changed into a red pair of pajamas.  We laid next to each other watching TV, very "G" rated, then she pushed me playfully, it still did not feel out of place.  She said she felt sleepy and comfortable but asked me to keep talking about my day till she fell asleep.  That's all I remember.

wot in sam Hell?

Another dream I wrote down in my journal at 3 a.m. and don't remember completely, just words.  It sounds fuckin' nuts though, and the only part I remember is that I was playing a PC game online (MechWarrior Online), and I told my team I ran into a (Direwolf) that had an (open center back torso) and I would take him out.  So, I took a pellet gun (not in the game) and walked behind my PC monitor and shot it in the center.  That's all I remember, but the words I had wrote down in my journal are "MechWarrior - direwolf - PC screen - streets - white girl - love - she makes fun of me - remote control thing - RC and rats - shooting in room - dirty room - pumping pellet gun - the staring game".

power-nap

I fell asleep for like 10 minutes after a workout, I just laid on the floor and closed my eyes.  My legs were burning, my core muscles felt stricken.  I remember the ceiling, and the sound of harsh winds outside.  Then came creaking, and dizzying movement, like the foundation the apartment complex was shifting.  My fingertips felt tingly, like after you use a hammer very harshly for a long time.  I felt stressed out, it was hot and I was making nails out of kitchen utensils and other metal bits in front of a forge.  My hands ached from hammering the shapes out on an anvil, and my legs burned because I was too tall for it.  That and running back and forth from the forge and walls, to hammer in freshly made nails so the building didn't collapse on me.  I felt really stressed, like I should be using energy on a better plan instead of this seemingly useless waste of it.  I pounded out more nails, the building seemed fine, so I took the opportunity to make a shit load more.  The building didn't creak anymore and the winds calmed, and I woke when I realized I had made way too many nails.

fukn Owls

I hate owls.  I dreamed I was in my apartment, my new neighbors were having a party and invited me over.  I went in, and saw an old coworker/friend.  I called her Wu, she said hi and we hugged and got a drink together.  I was going to ask how she ended up here, when she became awkward and changed.  Her hair seemed to thin till she looked near bald and the back of head grew longer and drooped down her neck.  I put my drink down, said bye and that I think I had enough (wtf!?).  When I went outside, it was pouring rain yet everyone left their doors open.  Suddenly I heard owls hooting, it was very close and sudden and freakishly loud. I felt really intimidated and the skin on my neck and back crawled as I kneeled on the wet pavement, underneath the tree in front of my apartment where they roosted.  They hooted and hooted and flapped their wings.  Although I didn't look at them, I was able to stand back up and walk into my apartment with stricken nerves salvaged.  I looked at them once I was in my doorway, they were all glaring at me with faces twisting and rotating like they do, and their necks bulged when they hooted.  That's all I remember.

the Manipulator

I dreamed I met a guy, no idea who he was and he did not look familiar. He was short and hyper.  I found that he was very manipulative when he asked if I could give him a hand, and I said no problem, guy.  He dropped some books, and said can you pick those up.  It was kinda weird, but I went ahead and did it.  He did it again, and I walked away without saying anything or picking it up again.  He followed me, then mocked me about when I first did pick the books up for him, calling me his bitch.  I felt nothing, I just continued to walk, yet he followed and others joined him.  Then they all got excited, or scared, acting out like gang members do in public.  We were at a parade, with lots of people, the streets were stopped with traffic. Suddenly, I was part of them, guy grabbed me and said if I was already seen with his group and if they let me off alone I would be in danger.  They said they had a van we could jump into and get out of there, so I jumped in.  As slow as the traffic was, we somehow got stuck going like 2-3 mph down the packed highway next to an open convertible with their rival gang in it.  However, they didn't look like a gang, they were a man and woman, well dressed with a couple teens in the back.  Yet, they swore at us and threw signs like a gang. We finally got off the highway and out of traffic, to an apartment complex.  On the way up to their apartment, I saw my dad and brother in a hallway, I said hi and hugged my brother, but ignored my dad.  We continued into "guys" apartment, which was an empty apartment, it looked like a nice apartment yet it was without furniture and electricity.  A big window let moonlight in, and "guy" said they had trouble at the docks, whatever that meant.  I felt used and weird, I just wanted to leave.  I said "hey, I gotta take off"... then "guy" came up to me and showed me a belt with a sparkly buckle.  He said this could have been yours if you did as I said, but now you get this belt, and it had a plain green buckle.  I said no, I'm not going to join your gang.  He called me a bitch again and lashed out at me, saying I belong to him and I should be grateful.  I walked away, then he hit me with the buckled belt.  I turned and found his throat, then squeezed.  I lost it, he was helpless and I looked at his friends do nothing.  So, I let him go, and he didn't run away, which was weird.  Instead, he began to cry, like his feelings were hurt.  Then I woke up.  Fuckin' weirded out.