dream fragment

I am at an academy near the water. I am there at the academy with a partner. He resembles a friend of mine, Jeff Rygwelski, from my old college days in Boston some 26 years ago . We practice fighting together. It appears we are at a martial arts academy. At one point we are fighting near the water, on the piers. I recall that during the fighting we actually become very angry with each other and are no longer "practicing" -- we are now fighting for real. I kick my partner very hard and he sails through the air and falls into the water between two slats of wood on the docks. He must have drowned, I assume, when he doesn't resurface. I continue to wait for him to come up out of the water.

I give up waiting and decide to return to the academy. On the way back, he reappears. I see him before he has a chance to see me. I quickly duck behind a wall and try to slip out an exit door...but outside in the courtyard we bump into each other, face-to-face. He blocks the entrance to a building where I need to go. I think to myself, "I can jump on the roof and enter through that big crack in the wall," but do not. I do not want to fight him anymore. The dream recall dissipates at this point. Dreamt 12/30/2016

It is a very cold day in Texas. I am at a park, hiking with a group of people. We run into my old pastor who is diving into a crystal-clear lake to retrieve a ball. When he comes out of the lake with the ball he tells us what we already know: the water is freezing. I then translocate to my office, where I'm being accused of doing cocaine by some woman who is interviewing me. I admit to doing other things in the office during the interrogation, but never coke. The woman keeps asking me different questions, but I am still waiting for the specific question about the coke. When it doesn't come, I storm out of the office. As I walk outside, I see two buildings separated by a walkway. A man bumps into me on the walkway and asks where a certain office is located in the plaza. He is late for an appointment, but I cannot help him for I myself am lost and confused (the outside of my office building looks nothing like this in WL). And all I can tell him is, "I don't know, sir. It's a crap shoot." I know I need to record this occurrence, but I can't seem to find my DJ (a missed dream sign). Fade out

I am now with my childhood neighbor, Meghan and her deceased brother, Rob. Rob is sitting on a sofa and petting a little dog who keeps pestering him. Rob's face is grotesquely disfigured with advanced stages of decomposition. I miss this obvious dream sign and translocate to another scenario where I am suddenly in an old truck -- a 1983 Ford or Chevy model. The truck belongs to Eric, my business partner. I am in an underground parking lot trying to back out of a space. I am blocked in and stuck (another missed dream sign). Up ahead, a black man is also trying to back out of a space but he is partially blocked in by a large motionless bus. He reaches out the window and pushes the bus. The bus topples over and a big fight ensues. People start climbing out of the bus and angry motorists start getting out of their cars. Some of them have knives, others have huge fork-like weapons. People yell and scream as they stab each other in the head and neck. I see massive amounts of blood spurting into the air and flowing on the ground as I sit and watch from inside my truck. Fade out

Now I am at Eric's house, and he is offended with me because I stormed out of the office earlier (see first fragment). He feels I've betrayed him. His mother is there, and she is grabbing me and trying to pull me close to her. I am trying to write something while she does this. She is not wearing panties and I can see and smell her hairy, unclean genitalia. I look at Eric and notice his hair is different; it is short and neat, as though he just walked out of a barbershop. His mother is still clutching me. I am wearing only a tee shirt and boxers (yet another missed dream sign) and I am embarrassed that his mother and I are acting like this. I turn to Eric and give him a sheepish look, as if to say, "I am sorry she is grabbing me like this. It's not my fault." He turns to his mother and barks, "Dee! Stop it!" (Dee is not her name in WL), and she immediately stops. He gives her a stern look and then turns back to me. He asks me what I'm doing, and I tell him I'm very busy writing something. I show him the notepad, but notice with alarm that it's just a blank page. Again, I sense embarrassment. Eric gets distracted, and suddenly his mother is back on me again, this time with her genitalia cleanly shaven and freshly-scented. Eric's dad appears (her ex-husband) and he saves me from her by calling, "Dee!" He is wearing a neatly-pressed suit and tie. She goes to him, and I notice she is wearing jeans now. He puts her over his lap and begins spanking her. As he spanks her, I can't help but notice how well her jeans fit. I decide she is not as overweight as I once thought she was. Dreamt 12/19/2016

I am in a room with my sister-in-law, perhaps in a hotel room or apartment. There is a new ceiling fan installed over the bed. She bought the fan and had it installed. She is laying on the bed looking at the fan. As I walk over to the bed, she says to someone behind me, "Look at his neck." I turn around and see that my wife is also in the room with us. Surprised, I wonder what she meant by "looking at my neck". I suddenly look up to see the fan spinning exactly at my head level, threatening to decapitate me. A moment ago it seemed much higher. As I instinctively jump back, I see my sister-in-law is holding a remote control which moves the fan up and down. There is a pile of boxes at the foot of the bed stacked on top of each other. She lowers the fan blades into the pile of boxes. A chopping noise fills the room. Fade out.

I am now in bed with an unknown woman with blonde hair. She is giving me oral sex and I am smiling at how good it feels. There are people in the room watching us. The bed linens are glowing with a white phosphorescence. I do not orgasm and she disappears and I am left alone with the onlookers in the room who are commenting: "I'll bet he feels good now!" Shortly afterwards, I am joined in bed by my wife and daughter and mother. My daughter has short hair in the dream (she has long hair in WL) and her skin resembles a sickly paste color (she has a natural tan in WL). My wife and mother both say, "Isn't she pretty?" But I remark with horror, "Her hair is short; she looks like a cow."

My daughter's face then begins to elongate into a freak show. As I reach out to manipulate her disfigured lips I say, "Moooo-mooooo," to mimic cow sounds. Her face morphs into something hideous before my eyes (It wasn't until several days later in WL that I realized her face had morphed into the image of her speech instructor's -- an abstraction of the features of an ugly 65 year old woman on the body of a 5 year old girl). I think with horror, "She really does look like a sick cow!" I sit staring at her face, marveling at what happened to all her beautiful, innocent features. I say to myself, "She used to have all my best features, but now she is so ugly and disfigured." I feel ashamed to be her father.

When I look at her again, her hair is suddenly much longer in certain areas. In the dream, this seemed odd to me. As I continue to look at her hair length, I hear footsteps approaching. Embarrassed by her appearance, and not wanting anyone to see her like this, I take comfort in that her hair is growing quickly. I reckon that longer hair is generally more attractive on girls than short hair. As the footsteps grow louder, I frantically reach out and toss her bangs to and fro, trying to make her prettier. Dreamt 12/16/2016

I am with my wife, son and daughter. We are trying to decide where to go on vacation. My wife says, "We'll just turn right at Alvarado" (Alvarado is a small town in Texas where the junction of I35W and 67 is located). The weather outside is bright and sunny. The dream suddenly fades and transitions to us all being at a train depot. We are now deciding which train to take. A train pulls up and opens it doors. As we are still deciding, my son enters into the train. Before I can get him out, the doors close and the train departs. In the dream I do not feel a sense of panic (I would totally freak out were this to happen in WL). As I am pondering my son no longer being with us, my wife pushes a button on the wall which causes all the trains in the system to stop and reverse.

As the train comes back to our station, and although I am still on the platform, my dream eyes are suddenly teleported into the cabin to look at all the passengers' surprise. I can also see all the monitors in the operating office at the depot showing the trains reversing. I see the operation technicians getting up from their chairs, alarmed that someone has interfered with the system. They are wearing sunglasses and uniforms. As I continue to watch them, it begins to dawn on me that they are actually terrorists -- and they are not inside depot offices but inside the actual train my son is in! As they start to hijack the train, I hear shouts and gunfire. The shouts are in a foreign language. I hear a word resembling the sound of "skinjib" and, for some reason, come to the determination they speaking Albanian. Dreamt 12/14/2016

I am driving with my son along a city street. Out on the horizon, looming majestically beyond the skyline are Jupiter and Saturn, side by side. Their spheres are massive and the whole sky is filled with their radiance. They exude a golden sparkle. Pink Floyd's "Astronomy Domine" begins playing. We stop the car to look at them through a telescope. I adjust the telescope's focus to get them as clear as I can and then I stand aside to let my son take a look. These displays of cosmic luminaries in our stratosphere are a common dream sign, especially when they occur over water. Fade out.

I am in another city now (Dallas), but my son is no longer with me. I am wandering the streets and attempting to have various homosexual encounters with strangers. Before the encounters can begin, however, a biker always appears. He is off his motorcycle and just following me around. He has a big beard and looks homeless. I yell at him to go away. As he reluctantly departs he gives me a sad look. When I try to have another homosexual encounter, the same thing happens: the biker appears before anything can be initiated. The second time he leaves, I decide to follow him.

I follow him to his bike, which has a ladder fastened to it. I discover that he and his wife are roofers from Austin and they travelled up to Dallas with their ladder to work a hailstorm. I follow him back to a house where I see a boy with no shirt. I try to sew him a shirt, but he won't stand still long enough for me to complete it. And so I chase him. He has a toy gun and a bow without an arrow. He aims his arrowless bow at me and laughs. At that moment, a woman comes out of the house and tells me to "just grab the little sonofabitch, 'cause that's what he is".

Back inside the house they are putting hundreds of Lincoln Logs together. The house has a peculiar smell, like new plastic toys and fresh cedar. We sit at a table and discuss what we're going to make the kids for dinner. I feel good being with this family. I suddenly remember my attempts to have a homosexual encounter, and how I spoke rudely to the biker, and I feel shameful. I now consider them my friends, and want to be accepted by them. Dreamt 12/13/2016

I am a bass guitarist in a rock band. I am practicing with my bandmates for an upcoming concert. The concert is at a church. The piece I am rehearsing is a Jimi Hendrix-style riff. It starts by sliding high up on the 12th fret and then it comes down to the 3rd fret hitting the low E. The scene fades. I am now with my friend, Eric and we are on a beach, sitting on the sand and smoking cigars and looking out at the waves. The waves are growing more and more powerful. I back up and sit on a wall further back from the shore. I am now perched high up on the wall (maybe 50 feet), looking down at the tumultuous ocean. Being above an ocean with strong waves is a recurring dream sign. A huge wave suddenly crashes on the shore and reaches the bottom of the wall. I realize the wall I am sitting on is made of sand and the wave will cause it to collapse, so I decide to jump off on the other side to get further away.

On the other side of the wall I meet a guy I've worked with for a year but have never seen face-to-face. His name is Brian, and he is standing next to a new black BMW he just purchased. He shakes my hand and asks me about my new Mercedes SK500 (in the dream I haven't purchased it yet). As we are talking, a female police officer shows up. She confronts us because we are smoking. She is wearing a motorcycle helmet and sunglasses. There is now a group of people with us and she makes us all sit down in rows of chairs before her like in a classroom. She then has us come up to her and be searched, one by one. As I await my turn I hide the small cigar I had been smoking in the sand. I am confident that she is looking only for cigarette smokers, not cigar smokers. But in the dream I hide my cigar just in case. As I do so, a crumpled up half-pack of Camel cigarettes suddenly appears in my hand and I begin to panic. The cop at that moment looks over at where I am sitting. I discreetly try to hide the pack of cigarettes in my sock. I awaken right before she calls me to come forward. Dreamt 12/6/2016

I emerge from the underground transit system into a night world. I am with my wife. We are in Boston. I know this because I can see the familiar skyline in the distance, but it is not in the direction I am used to seeing it. We walk along a sidewalk and see an empty sports stadium. Although the stadium is closed and dark, I can see people inside, on the playing field, posing and taking pictures. Some of the people are standing atop each other and forming a human pyramid for the picture. They look like moving shadows from where I am standing. The scene fades to a bubbling countryside brook flowing over rocks near a cottage. In the dream, I find myself wondering if the water is fresh or salty, since the brook seems to be flowing away from the ocean rather than towards it. The scene fades.

I am now in a country store, crowded with people trying to get near to the counter. A young girl works there, and her job is to separate the people by putting a wooden door between them and the different sections. She puts one behind me, but it breaks when I turn around. I seem to recall peanuts being sold in the store. The scene fades.

I am now at another location. I've awoken on a leather sofa to see my brother-in-law wearing an odd "Irish" hat in the shape of a green lizard. I don't know why I identify "Irish" with the hat in the dream. My in-laws are there celebrating a birthday party outside on the front porch. I open the front door and see all the party supplies and table set up in a Halloween theme; all the colors are black and orange. Ashley (one of my nieces), is in the kitchen. She is doing the dishes. Yvonne (one of my wife's sisters) comes in from the outside and goes upstairs with a small kid following her. I don't know who the child is. I return to the sofa, by myself. I do not want to join any of them. Dreamt 12/5/2016

I am in a social gathering, a bar or something, celebrating. Saw Joe Quintanilla (a friend of mine from church years ago), but his face was purple and splotchy, as though he were decomposed. He was sitting in a corner scratching his arm. It looked like had a skin disease. His arm had the same black and purple splotches as his face. The purple, splotchy face is a dream sign. In the same gathering was an attractive blonde woman -- she was the sister of someone there. She was the center of attention in the room and she flirted with me. It seemed like we were at a convention of some sort.

The scene fades out and now I find myself in an old, familiar neighborhood, among the homes I grew up near Longfellow Circle in Hollywood, Florida. This childhood neighborhood is a recurring location in my dreams. I am inside one of the houses, and the blonde from the convention is with me. We exit the house together and step through the rain puddles between the homes and back alleyways. We are holding hands. The only thing I can recall after this is being alone in a school which is closed and empty. I am wandering the looming hallways, with a sense of unrest. Feeling uneasy in a school is also a recurring dream sign. Dreamt 12/5/2016