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April 3rd, 2024

Fragment 1: Munster Music

Someone is looking for suggestions for music that has an atmosphere like the Munsters. Someone else suggests Los Straightjackets, and I suggest the Ventures. Actually, I think it might have been the Munsters looking for music, or someone trying to find music that the Munsters would like. I think that Los Straightjackets might have been on the scene too late.

Fragment 2:

Something about the bathroom in a house I lived in when I was little. Some kind of play being rehearsed. Something about my Dad.

6.11.2023

Mostly fragments from last night. I took some diphenhydramine (the generic form of Benadryl) to help me sleep and to take care of some allergies. I seemed to be rather knocked out, although I’ve done that before and still had decent dream time.

Fragments

(1) At a church. I want to avoid someone (maybe one of the pastors?). My cousin is another pastor at this church, and as I go around the building to one of the doors people start coming out, including my cousin. We greet each other. He has some beard or something going down to his chest...

(2) Back at the house we lived in several years ago. I look out the window and see my nephew (who is 8) drive in in a red SUV. He gets to the corner of the house where the driveway turns to go behind the house, but gets stuck. I stand there watching while he gets out and tries to push the vehicle by himself. Then I think maybe I should at least try to help. We push the car into a garage that is now next to the car...

(3) Something about a little girl falling down. Maybe hitting her head on the wall. I think I try to comfort her, or keep her from crying...

(4) Something about tinkering inside of a computer. There are brackets to hold wires in place. I feel as though Servalan shows up around here somewhere...

(5) My mother and perhaps other family member(s) are visiting the lab I work in. My mother says something about how it doesn’t appear that my robot is very complex...

(6) In a library. I go looking for a book. I might also feel a bit creeped out for some reason, as though I’m thinking of scary things and find myself there alone. I come across a service desk and some other people...

Taken from my offline dream journal.

12.7.2022

Dad and Guns

I go back home (my old home) from somewhere. Or maybe I get up in the morning and go to the kitchen. My Dad is sitting there. Or maybe I was there and my Dad came in. Anyway, instead of talking to him, I start talking to my friend from Kenya over WhatsApp. Then I think that I should probably talk to my Dad, so I stop talking with my friend and talk with my Dad instead. I look outside, and there is a car pulling into the driveway. It is dark out, and if it was breakfast earlier it seems to be night now. I don’t recognize the car, and I think the license plate is from out of state. A woman gets out and comes to the door. My Dad goes to answer the door and the woman pulls out a gun and points it at him. I grab for a gun that is in a box on the table next to me and point it at her. She doesn’t drop the gun, and I start to think that my gun might not be loaded. I find my Mom’s Derringer instead, and exchange guns. Then the dream seems to become more concerned with whether or not my mother has been keeping a loaded Derringer around the house, which I don’t think is safe. I’m a bit conflicted though, because I think that it might not be safe to have an unloaded gun either (in case something like what just happened happened). But I decide that I should unload the Derringer in the end. I open it up, and see two bullets in the chambers. The more I look, the more chambers there are, and they are loaded. In the end, there is something like 20 chambers with bullets in them in this gun. I work on prying the bullets out.

Former House Dream

My Mom and I go to visit one of the homes we lived in when I was growing up. At first it’s more like I’m imagining going there, because I’m looking at things and thinking that if the new owners have painted over them I could remove the paint and restore things to what they used to look like. I touch walls and trim and say things like “hello, old friend”. My mother calls my attention to something splattered on the ceiling. We discuss what we might have done to make a mess on the ceiling. Then my Mom decides that we should leave. I say something like: “that’s a good idea. I have so many dreams where we are back in this house, and while we are here the new owners show up”. Then I look out the front window, and the new owners are pulling into the driveway. We exit the house and Mom locks up behind us (she has a key to the house). We go to our cars as the new owners reach the house. My Mom says something to them, and they don’t seem to concerned that we have been prowling around their house. Driving down the road, I think something about how it would be nice to be friends with the guy who lives there now, and to be able to hang out in the house.

Fragments:

(1) For some reason I’m wearing purple lingerie (I’m a man, by the way). This includes some kind of skirt-like thing and a bra. I look at myself in the mirror and then think that I shouldn’t be wearing women’s clothes. “But,” I think to myself, “how do I know that these are women’s clothes? This might be a man’s bra.” Then I start thinking that there probably is no such thing as a man’s bra.