Sunday, June 7, 2015

the gentile Runner

I dreamed I joined a club or commune or something, not sure what it was.  I had an advisor, he was to make sure I was doing everything correct that the organization required.  One of those things was that we basically could own nothing.  I gave up my clothes and they gave me red robes to match everyone else.  There was a pocket on it, I hid my cellphone in it.  I also snuck dog tags I was issued in the Navy, which had my denomination (PENT) and a small silver cross.  My advisor caught it, said I should get rid of them.  I said okay, but didn't.  The members were all called together outside, there was a football field with a running track around it.  We lined up and had to run, it was like a qualification, we had to run a mile under our time designated by age to qualify.  It was bizarre, the proctors told us how to run properly, and that was to lean forward so much that you have to use your hands on the ground to keep from falling over.  It didn't make sense, and all the other members looked just as confused as me.  We started the run, there were so many people in red robes clogging the track.  The proctors kept screaming that everyone is doing it wrong, and people kept giving up.  Soon the whole track was cluttered with folks in red robes sitting or laying down.  I kept running, trying not to step on anyone.  Suddenly, it became really hard to run, it felt like I was running in a pool of water up to my neck, or what I imagine running on the moon would feel like.  My feet kept slipping from under me, I wanted to fall forward.  I leaned forward while I ran, stepping on peoples' robes, leaping over them.  It was starting to feel like I was running up a hill, yet the track remained horizontal.  I had to use my hands to keep myself upright, I was like a gorilla on my knuckles.  The proctors told me to stop, asking how I figured it out.  It was hot in the robes, I took it off and they saw my dog tags and my phone that fell out the pocket.  They told me to leave after seeing, and my advisor told me while he walked me out that they were afraid of me that I actually did the stupid run, and that they only used my unauthorized items as an excuse to kick me out.  That's all I remember.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

hamburger and hot Dog

I first remember walking in a full parking lot with a friend.  I haven't seen her in a long time, when someone approached us and asked if she wanted to go to a party.  We were having a good conversation, then she decided to go, I wasn't invited, I felt left out and jealous a little.  I was looking for my car, then two guys I knew came up, asking if I wanted to hang out with them and that they saw how I was rejected.  I said alright, and the apartment was just at the end of the parking lot.  There, they played video games for what felt like 5 minutes then my friend freaked out and said we have to go pick up his dog.  I said alright, I have a car we can go no problem, so we went back outside to find where I parked.  Their neighbors were actually the guys who asked the girl I was with to the party, and they were all outside chatting and drinking.  Fuck! I walked faster and I felt bitter being reminded.  We found my car and were on the road, found the dog.  However, it wasn't a dog, it was a cow (ehh...).  It was stuck on the side of the road in a ditch.  We tied a ratchet strap to it and used the car to pull him out.  Just a tug and he popped out and floated really stiff-like past the car (it was weird) .  When it reached the end of the strap, it just bounced and floated back and forth.  I had to time the car right to lead him because each time he bounced he came back faster and faster, violently pulling my car.  I did it, and we lead him carefully down the road until he ran out of inertia and stopped.  My friend said it is now safe to get him.  We got out and the cow was a dog.  A brown wiener dog who playfully ran away from his owner, dragging 30 feet of heavy ratchet strapping behind, all three of us chasing him down the highway.  That's all I remember.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

no more Tigers

I dreamed I was building a wooden ship.  It was huge, and the bow didn't point out over the ocean, it pointed straight up into the sky (???).  I didn't know what I was doing I guess.  People watching wanted to get in and see but I kept everything out.  In the center of the main deck was a vault, inside it was a refrigerated store room for seeds and vials of different animal blood.  I was sealing the entire outside surface with wood sealer then I let a select few people onboard.  I guess I was going into space in a wooden ship because one of the people I selected yelled at the people being left behind.  She said only people who don't eat flesh can go because they won't fuck up the planet.  I felt uneasy about that comment, I felt it true but unnecessary to taunt others about it.  Everyone I selected on the ship stared at her like "WTF lady?!?..."  She quietly left, as if shamed off the ship by our silent stares.  It was weird.  I went into the vault and there was a command console, it was holographic and high-tech looking, yet set into a crude wooden workbench.  A boy was watching me work, asking where we are going.  The screen looked like a constellation app on a smartphone, and Mercury was highlighted.  I just pointed there, and he noticed my forearm tattoo of a tiger.  He said tigers are scary, and I told him it's okay, I didn't pack any tiger or bear or alligator blood.  That's all I remember.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

???

I dreamed I was riding a bicycle through the park on my way over to a local brewery.  I have a friend who works there and she said she brewed a new beer and supposedly it's amazing.  I was wearing a banana suit (???) and a sleeveless black tee with "vegan gains" printed on it.  Yup.

Monday, May 4, 2015

clay's Dream #2

My son told me about his dream.  He said he was walking down a dirt road and came to a fork in it.  There was a wolf there, but he said it wasn't scary.  It told him not to go down this way, to keep going on the other road.  Clay said he didn't listen, and went down the bad road.  The wolf followed, telling him there are monsters and zombies on this road, to go back.  Clay didn't listen, he kept going because he thought the wolf was lying.  Then the road was filled with monsters and zombies, and Clay said it was really scary.  Suddenly, the wolf bit him, and Clay said his hands and arms turned hairy and he felt he had fangs.  Clay turned into a werewolf, and he wasn't scared anymore of the monsters.  He walked through the bad path to the end.  There, he said a giant vampire's face appeared over the end of the road.  It opened its mouth and its tongue fell out, turning into a red set of stairs leading down its throat.  Clay said he wasn't scared because he was walking to Red Lobster where family and I was waiting for him, so he walked into the vampire's mouth.  He said when he came out on the other side, his werewolf had eaten the vampire and he was a boy again at the dinner table.  I was blown away listening to his story.

stoopid fukn Cat!

I dreamed I was in a room, it looked like a public banquet area in like a hotel or a college.  The carpeting was commercial and the wall at the entrance was a false, pull out blind with a hole for a door.  There was a line of portable tables covered with cheap white linen, and an indoor grill at one end.  It was a gathering of people I didn't know, and I was dressed to impress.  I was trying to make a good impression.  There was a man tending the grill, he asked I get salmon out and ready to grill. I obliged, seasoning and honey dressing the filets. I gave them to him, counting the people and the filets so everyone got one.  I didn't intend to eat any, but he insisted.  I didn't want to offend, so I made myself one.  Then,  I helped serve everyone, looking for a chance to get rid of my piece.  My chance came, I found a cat behind a big red sofa in the corner of the room.  I said I'll take a break real quick before I join the table over there, and I reached my salmon filet in aluminum foil over and behind the couch.  I felt the cat nibbling, then the whole weight of the fish slide off the foil.  I started to walk toward my seat at the table when the cat trotted out meowing at me, licking his lips and rubbing at my ankles.  It suddenly attracted everyone at the tables' attention.  The cat scratched up my pant legs to my knees, I acted like I had no idea what was going on.  I picked it up to carry it out, but it bit and scratched at my hands, clinging to me when I threw him off like I grabbed a wad of fish hooks.  I was embarrassed, I didn't want to reveal I had given it my fish, and now it wanted more.  It scrambled up my arms onto my neck, latching on with razor pain across me.  I looked at my hands and the scratches were everywhere, and terrible.  My flesh appeared from within each small gash, and I knew I would need stitches they were so bad.  I didn't want to hurt the cat though, everyone was looking.  I didn't know what to do except stand very still and awkward so it didn't move and tear my neck and back up.  That's all I remember.

Monday, April 27, 2015

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.