Searching For The Center of Everything

[Sunday, October 28th, 2012]
(This is the last of a series of dreams, and the only one I remember vividly. There was one dream of me on a desert reality show with a multitude of challenges. Before that I was at a strange shopping mall.)
I'm at my old house, everything is identical almost. Everyone is doing their own thing in the house, Brent is on the computer and playing games, Casey is watching TV in the living room, Mom is in her room. I'm wandering around the house.

I walked out into the kitchen and turn straight into the computer room. I want on the computer pretty bad. But I forget about it and walk away.

I walk to the bathroom.
I turn on the shower, as I need one bad. All of the water droplets that hit the tub turned brown. I couldn't explain it. But it must be because the shower floor is dirty already and its just becoming clear with water? I cup water in my hands and splash it on the tub until its clean and I get in.

After I clean myself and soak for awhile, I wrap a towel around my bottom-half and walk into my Mom's room and begin talking to her.

I was on a gameshow sort of thing for a week, but I got kicked off or fired the last day on a Friday. It was supposed to keep going and they'd add new members all the time but I didn't make the cut for some reason.
It took place in the middle of the desert.
I complained to my Mom about how I had lost, but how I was excited that I was going to be on a cartoon remake of the show that would air this weekend! I wondered to myself how I would be portrayed on a cartoon.

I walked into the old bedroom-
Brent was playing Nintendo 64. "I wish I could play guitar hero though..."
I suggest to him, "Nathan has Guitar Hero for the Playstation 1! Maybe we could borrow it!)

Casey was telling me about how he wanted to play an American Idol sort of game that he used to play when he went to camp once.

Just then we looked out the window, the whole family, and we saw dark clouds in the distance, looming over the mountains. Mom had her boyfriend over, who was like a combination of Gordon, Ed, Dad and all of the rest of them. My Mom's boyfriend complained because he couldn't hear the storm, because of the all of the TV's and receivers and VCRs and DVD players humming and buzzing. I worked to turn them off, but had immense trouble for some reason. Only some of them would turn off, and some would just reset when I hit the buttons. I gave up as I couldn't turn off the last satellite receiver.

We worked to put the blinds and livingroom curtains back up. It was more complex than it should have been.

We went around the house fortifying all of the windows and doors and closing everything for sure. I went to the back bedroom, by the old computer room, and checked the window. The one on the left (that normally doesn't exist) was fine, but the one on the right above the bed was creaked open a little. I worked to close it as much as I could when I noticed it was raining... or leaking through the window or something. It was wet around the window.
I through my shirt off and tried wiping off the window and putting it up against where it leaked.

Casey walked in and said, "The whole bed's soaked!" He was right, the rain was dripping through the ceiling! It was happening everywhere. Water was leaking through everywhere. I grabbed a towel and set it over the bed to cover the blanket and anything else. I went to the closet just as my Dad walked in. I quickly made sure I was turned away so he didn't see my tattoo.

I thought to myself, "Had he seen my tattoo earlier?" I quickly put on a purple shirt I found in the laundry hamper. I grabbed more towels and layed them over the bed. I walked out into the living room and saw that the wall was covered in rain drops, continuously being dropped. The rain was getting in somehow, as if our house was made of paper.

<dream ends>

(I had plenty of dreams. PLENTY of dreams. I only recall a few of them right now though.)

I'm by Screamer's, a bunch of people pass by in a ship made of logs that sails on land.
Me and Alex are in a blow-up-raft and are floating along the other way, going towards the road.

<skip to the next dream>

At Dunkin' Donuts with Nathan
(I don't work here now.)
I take a broken glazed donut
He gives me another butternut chocolate
Hope, my ex-boss for Dunkin Donuts, walks in the room and she's okay that I'm there.
I think about asking for a job there since DD is back in town somehow.
I wonder about how DD is back in business.
The whole building is now huge, there's tons of tables.
People are gradually coming in. By now there's only one person sitting at a table.
Karen, our old landlord, also is a boss here too.
We're built into the apartment complex.
Hope hands me some clothes, "Some of these are yours that you left!"
I'm walking around and see clothes scattered everywhere, as if it's a messy home.
I find a pair of glasses that resembles mine, sitting on a table.
I take off the ones I have on now and realize that they're not mine. I replace them.
I walk around more and explore this new building.
I find that pile of clothes from earlier that I had set down, and decide to look through it.
"Heeyyy, none of these are even my clothes!" I say in a humorous high-pitched voice.
I walk outside.
With Hope and Karen, we get in the car and leave to go somewhere.

We drive back up and we all part ways.
I come in to the Dunkin' Donuts/Apartment/Bar later with a suit and tie and I look badass and sexy.
People are everywhere, sitting at tables.
I see a girl I know, Sam ____, and I point at her, "Hey you!"
She gets up to hug me and attempts to kiss me in the process as well...
I avoid the kiss, even if she's cute, because I have someone who I love already.
After awhile of hanging out there, I go outside and notice the door doesn't shut all the way...
and if I get it to shut, it doesn't stay that way. Frustrated, I walk inside and say,
"Don't use this door, guys!" Someone replies, "Yeah, it doesn't shut."
I leave it half open and walk outside...
Then my old Golden Retriever runs outside!
I chase her around, trying to catch her, but she's too damn fast.
My Mom appears and tries to catch her too; she doesn't seem too worried.
Another dog appears, maybe my old Chihuahua Pinky.
Then Teddy appears, but he looks very odd and grey and old.
Sedona is still running around the apartment complex when the dream ends..

<I wake up.>

<I fall back asleep.>

Lying in bed, I notice that there's a flat-screen TV where it shouldn't be. A lady is delivering the news.
I'm not in my room... and if I am, it's different. The lights are darker and colder.
I realize I must be dreaming and decide to crawl towards the TV, to crawl inside.
It's extremely difficult to make myself crawl towards it.
I open my eyes and I'm in sleep paralysis.
A figure stands near my bed, just out of the corner of my eye.
I freak out and wake up again.

<I wake up, startled...>
<I fall back asleep.>

Alex, Nathan, and I are driving through where McDonald's usually is, but this time, it's Wendy's!
We pull up to the drivethru and I want two Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers, but they order before I have a chance to say it and pull up.
Alex orders a Bacon Cheeseburger and a drink and Nathan orders something else.
I'm distraught! They pull up and park and we go inside to eat.
I'm complain, but they don't seem to have much sympathy.
I see the plastic utensils, and look around to see where Nathan and Alex went.
They're sitting down eating, while I wander around the restaurant aimlessly.

<dream skips>

I'm back at the apartment complex... or at least a different version of it.
Each outside door leads to another SUB-apartment complex, with it's own 4 or 6 doors to actual apartments.
The apartments are distorted, and extremely large and long, like warehouses.
I'm inside of one apartment with lots of people I knew from school.
We're all playing with these devices that you attach to either your clothing or your head-
When you think a phrase clearly enough, it will play the voice off a speaker.
We all take turns playing with it:
"There's a snake in my boot!"
"There's a rake in my poot!"
"Pooh! Poot! Poop!"
"Rickets... what? Whoa I can hear myself think!"

We all goof around until, eventually, most people leave.
<dream fades>

(I don't remember the rest, just imprints of memories that have to do with the sky and mountains and sunsets. It looks like the sun is setting in the
wrong direction.)

[Sunday, October 21st, 2012]
I'm at a giant rodeo or an open area with a fence around it. There is manure everywhere you walk along the soft dirt. My Dad is with me, and so is Nathan.

Nathan splits up from me as I go to help my Dad with work. I follow him around the area, just to lend a helping hand, when he tells me: "There are shrooms growing all around the rodeo.", and he pointed at the ground at a mushroom. He bent down to pluck it and placed it in a bag. He went inside a building and I followed him as he cut it up and shoved a slice into his mouth.

"Hey Dad!" I was excited, "Did you know that mushrooms and humans have extremely similar DNA structures?"
I paused as he nodded... Apparently, I had already told Casey and Casey had told him.
"I hear some people talk about how experiencing higher human consciousness could be connected to mushrooms somehow."
He smiled and nodded again. I aplogized if I was annoying him, but he dismissed it.

He sat down in an odd chair that was built into the side of the wall, with a strange orange head-rest with a spiral painted on it. He leaned his head back and pressed a button and the headrest shoved his head forward, as if it were made to give him a concussion. He was leaning too far to his right and it didn't go off right, he tried it again and-
<memory fades>

I go outside and scan the ground for more shrooms. I would LOVE to do shrooms. I only see plucked stems and misleading tree stem stubs. I arrive at an open field area and find Nathan again. I tell him about the shrooms in the area and he's just as ecstatic as me! But his enthusiasm dies down and he starts to look around like a zombie. I look around and see only more stems...

It's almost time to go, but I find one on the ground, carefully hidden from view and I shout, "YES!"
I pluck it and plop it into my canvas bag.
Me and Nathan leave with my Dad.

<I wake up.>
(I'm open my eyes and I'm still excited! FINALLY SHROOMS! Then I realize slowly that I don't actually have shrooms and I calm back down to sleep again.)
<I go back to sleep.>

I'm in an office-looking building and I saw my Aunt and I noted in my head that she looked really pretty. My Dad and Nathan were still with me in the room, sitting down. I pick up a phone and decide to call my Mom. She picks up and says that she's at a hospital? and she saw the Caller-ID and that it said Triad, so she picked up. She sounds unusually happy and I don't think she is mad at me anymore for not talking to her for a few days. I talk to her for a bit and actually have a sensical conversation that I would remember clearly in waking life. (I didn't because I waited so long to write this down.) I say goodbye and hangup. My Dad, Nathan, and I leave.


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My memory fades in to where I'm back at our house (I don't recognize it in waking life.) My brothers are both there and we're all in the kitchen. I'm holding my canvas sack of shrooms (apparently there's lots of them now) and I reach into the freezer to pull out a Melon-Cucumber Gatorade. I open it up and drink a bit and am extremely happy to have it. I talk to Casey and Brent for a moment before heading back to a back room.

Casey is in the room with me and on the TV I hear someone say something like, "I'm alone in the room with this nasty chick-"
Another guy interupts him on the TV, "Please don't tell me you bumped uglies with her."

I repeated whatever was said (it was close to THIS, but it was actually funny. I wish I could remember...) and Casey laughed his ass off.