me Eyeballs

I dreamed that I was getting ready for work, and when I put on my glasses my vision was really bad.  I looked at my eyes closely in the mirror, thinking I had gotten something in it, it was that bad.  My eyes were a different color, instead of dark brown they were indigo outside and gold touching the pupil.  I thought "oh shit... I'm going blind", and went to the optometrist.  There, the optometrist checked me out and worked on getting me a new prescription.  When he did, he said somehow my vision improved, and my glasses were of course too strong, making it hard to see.  He wanted to know how I did it, I said I have no clue.  I asked what was up with the eye color, he said he will have another look and started examining again with the lighted microscope thingamajiggy, then I woke up.

my best Friend

I first remember being in a courtroom.  There was the judge and there was me, that's it.  The judges stand was high, so high I couldn't actually see him but his voice echoed in the empty hall well.  He said my name, and I heard paper rustling up there.  He said this is a sentencing, and that usually he hangs people like me.  I felt sick.  Then, he said "Well it won't do to hang ya, considering you're already dead, but I can still sentence you to hell, hell, hell"  and I heard the wooden hammer clap.  Then, someone came into the courtroom.  I was being held by guards that seemed to come out of nowhere and could only stare at the floor.  The person who came in told the judge to wait, that he knew me and I was his friend and that my sentence was wrong.  The judge asked if he was sure, and the man grabbed my hair to force me to look up at him.  He looked at me and said "Yep, that's him alright, I know him, he's my friend."  That's all I remember.

the Wind

I dreamed I was on a ship, it was old and wooden.  It had just landed on a city coast.  The city was built on the side of a hill receding into the ocean.  I got off the boat with my cousin, Leon, and all the people were running and hiding in fear, not from us.  There was something else attacking them, so we quickly ran to find somewhere to hide.  The attackers came in waves, and a siren sounded with each wave.  The sun was setting, and the streets were dark in between the tall buildings.  It was tiring, most of the streets were steep inclines.  In the frenzy, I lost Leon, but I found a random guy who was motioning for me to hide in his house.  I said ok but I have to find my friend.  I retraced my steps and found a group of people inside an open man-hole, in the sewer.  They asked if I could cover the hole for them.  I looked in and saw Leon, I helped him out so we could go together to the random guys' house.  I replaced the cover and found the streets were empty and eerily silent.  We hauled ass to the house, and the guy let us in.  It was a nice house, and we helped the few people inside lock and cover all the windows, doors and turned all the lights out.  There were two men and a bunch of kids, we all went downstairs into a kitchen area, they said it's the safest area.  The men were cooking pasta, and started to argue in another language about what kind of cheese to use.  I tried to get them to calm down in case whatever we were hiding from heard, then I heard an elevator bell.  The men got scared because they forgot about the elevator, so we hid.  Whatever it was that got in moved so fast I couldn't see it and stirred up a wind moving so fast, it quickly unlocked all the doors and windows and let more in.  There was a huge window that looked 20 feet tall, with a long red curtain over it.  The giant curtain swayed in the wind covering half the room, so I got behind it and hid inside somehow, not sure how.  I got lost inside, there was cool wind and red everywhere.  That's all I remember.

disasters

I dreamed I was back in the Navy, on a ship.  The alarms were going off, and suddenly all the lights shut off.  Everyone was leaving in a hurry, it was sinking.  The emergency lanterns were positioned in awkward ways, making it hard to see what's in the way.  There was so much equipment and obstacles, unforgiving metal everywhere that hurt my shins and elbows as I clambered through almost blindly.  I got out, and next I was on shore.  Someone came to pick me up in a white car, I recognized her.  We drove together to Shiprock, the town I grew up in.  It was overcast and very windy out.  Suddenly, a huge tornado appeared in the open desert near the highway.  It stretched miles at its base, and lifted the ground up, boring through like a giant drill bit.  We were kind of scared, I took over driving, and the tornado threw debris at us but I was able to dodge whole houses and vehicles and trees that fell on our path.  She put her head on my shoulder and we drove to a shelter with lots of people waiting out the tornado.  In the parking lot, the vehicles all looked strange and elaborately decorated, like there was supposed to be a parade that day.  There were cars bigger than trucks there, decorated with gold and jewels and candy paint jobs.  When I parked, I used the key to set the alarm, and the white car, which was now a corvette, transformed into a white bar.  Like, a 2 foot long chunk of metal that was really heavy.  I carried it on my shoulder.  Inside the shelter, there were people all over camped out across what looked like a basketball court.  There was also a really fat man that had somehow gotten stuck on a brick wall, which we laughed at.  I asked how he got there, he said the tornado lifted and hurled his ass into the side of a building.  So, they cut the wall out and delivered it here because they couldn't pull him out.  (???)  We found an empty garage that was more private, the air outside pounded on the steel garage door loudly.  I was getting comfortable when my companion up and left the shelter.  That's all I remember.

me runnin' Chooz

I dreamed I was in a theatre, watching a sad movie.  It wasn't crowded, but I sat right next to a stranger even though there was plenty room.  We left and outside I realized we were in a concentration camp.  The gates were high and guarded, the ground was dark and damp.  I was put to work making bombs, pressing charges into shells.  Someone there said we were going to try and sneak out to get food, so I changed my shoes from sandals to running shoes.  Suddenly, the guards called for an inspection, so we all lined up in the mud.  I was scared, I wasn't wearing my sandals and they would find it suspicious, and I noticed the others who meant to sneak out also had running shoes on.  A woman was inspecting us, and she pulled aside all she found with running shoes on.  She told the rest to continue working and that she will execute all of us with running shoes.  We all knelt, I was first in line, and next was a girl who was crying, she told me she knew it would be okay but she was scared anyway.  I was thinking of something comforting to say when the inspector, now executioner, trained a pistol at me and told me to look up at her.  When I did, she winked, then I heard a boom.  It wasn't her pistol, but a bomb had fallen near.  The executioner turned her weapon on her guards, screaming "Run!! Run! Run!" while she unloaded at them.  We escaped, I felt shaken, we kept running past bombs and dead folks.  We suddenly arrived at an airport, where people waited to aid us.  The girl who was next in line to be executed addressed the crowd, saying we only escaped because of the traitor and the fact that we had put running shoes on, enabling us to quickly evade the bombing.  They flew us back to the U.S., where my grandma was waiting to pick me up in the Albuquerque airport.  She took me to my dads house.  After all that went on, he wasn't excited or interested in my crisis, just talked to me about himself.  I made up my mind I could run to my apartment easily, I still had my running shoes on, so I left.  That's all I remember.

the little Hero

I dreamed that I had my son's friends overnight, so there was a lot of kids in my apartment.  They were all asleep, I was still up watching Casablanca on my laptop (???).  Morning came quickly, and I noticed that my son, Clay, and some girl were missing.  I felt panicky, and went outside to find some guys hanging out drinking beers.  I thought them suspicious, they offered me a beer and said they were going to a diner for breakfast and I could join them.  I went along, thinking they had something to do with the missing children and I would find out where they are without alerting them.  We went to a diner, and my dream became colorless, like an old black and white film.  I asked the waitress for something without meat, then some cops busted in.  The guys called them "coppers" (haha!) then ran out the back through the kitchen.  I was about to follow when the waitress told me I had an urgent phone call.  I went to a phone booth in a corner, and it was Clay who called.  I was so relieved, he said some guys took a girl, so he followed them and found her, and that he was waiting for me in their hideout which was in a temple.  I told him to stay hidden and I was coming for them.  I rushed out the back and, conveniently, there was a temple out there, like a Mayan pyramid.  I saw the men going inside, I was really fucking angry and bolted after.  Inside, the men were waiting in line to get inside a small hole in a wall.  They were stuck I found out, because they were all handcuffed to each other at the ankles.  I pulled the first guy out of the hole, they surrendered and said the girl was in the hole, which was a tunnel.  I got in and it became the stuff of nightmares, I felt panic and fear both from the kid's safety and claustrophobia.  As I struggled through, the walls were tight against my shoulders and thighs, then I woke up with my heart racing.

meditation (the McVegan)

I blew my thighs off, great workout, and stretched then laid on the floor in meditation when I felt like dying.  I dreamed about a car that I am going to paint.  It's stressful, in waking life, it's a shit car and I wouldn't spend money to paint it, but in my dream, I went above and beyond to order a new bumper kit for it.  I ordered it on Amazon, it was morning, and I got the package instantly.  For some reason, I took the box into a public restroom to open it, and I found I was ripped off when I opened it. Shit, fuck blushing angry sweat on my brow.  I pulled a crudely cut sheet metal bumper out, and a bag of sheet metal screws and rubber washers.  It looked like it belonged on an unsafe carnival ride, and the bumper was only a foot wide, while the car is fuckin' like 5 feet wide.  The rest of the box was full of packaging stuffers, wadded paper and bubble wrap.  I pulled it all out, and at the bottom of the box was a McDonald's bag, and it smelled fresh.  I looked at the receipt stapled on the bag, and it was for this mornings' date.  I looked through it and it was full of McNuggets, boxes of hamburgers and fries.  I pulled it all out and found a "sammich" with a sticker that said "McVegan", as gross as it was to eat in a public restroom, I took a bite.  Then another, and more, and then I woke up.  When I woke, I was drooling all over my arm on the floor, hungry as fuck! (???)