Pop's Dream Journal

My dreams starts out with me standing on a rocky cliff overlooking the ocean. It's nighttime and the moon is out, reflecting it's light on the water. My dog Milo is with me. As I look out over the water, I see the bright lights of what looks like a large ferry approaching in the distance. It's moving fast and heading right for us. Seeing that there are no docks or peirs nearby for it to pull up to, I realize that it's going to crash. I turn and start running, yelling at other people around me, "Run! It's going to crash. Run as fast as you can and don't look back!" I keep running, wanting to look back but I don't because I want to get as far away as I can. The ferry was close, so as I'm running, I'm expecting any second for it to come crashing up on shore behind me.
I finally reach a house and run inside and start running up the stairs, trying to get as high as I can. But at the top of the stairs is a grate. I climb up through it and find myself in a town square of sorts. It's still nighttime and there is some kind of parade or procession going on. It looks like some kind of royalty riding by in horse drawn carriages and waving to the crowds of people standing around. At this point I woke up.

I feel I should point out that I know nothing about agave plants and so don't know if the information in the dream is true or not.

I'm in a truck with two other men and we're driving out in a kind of desert/forest environment. The man driving is showing me and the other guy around. The man sitting next to me asks the driver, "What do you use to pick 'em?" The driver answers, "We use cherry pickers and scissor-lifts.", to which the other man replies, "Really?" with a surprised tone. The driver says, "Yeah sure, I'll show 'em to you." He stops the truck and we get out and sure enough, there are a few scissor-lifts sitting around. We start walking around and he is talking about agave plants. I ask the man, "But don't agave plants grow on the ground?" He replies, "Some do, but they also grow up in the trees. That's where you find the best ones." And he points out several around us that are very blue in color and tells us that the bluer they are the better the plant is. I notice a patch of blue up in a tree that at first appears to be alive because it's moving. But the I realize it's actually butterflies flying all around the surface of it. I point at it and say, "Wow, the butterflies are really going after that one!". The man looks at it and tells us that the butterflies actually suck up all the nectar and ruin the plant.

The next thing I know, I'm in a room sitting at a table with the same man, who appears to be a teacher, and two girls. One of the girls has short dark hair and is really cute. She looks familiar somehow and I find myself attracted to her. The girls are sitting together and appear to be friends. The man is talking about agave plants and we are all taking notes. I notice, though, that while the girls and the man have paper to write notes on, I don't have any. All I have is a newspaper in front of me, so I scribble some notes on the newspaper. I feel a little put out, like I'm being ignored by the group, so since I feel I'm already familiar with all of the stuff the teacher is talking about, I browse the different sections of the newspaper.

The teacher leaves and I leave the table and walk over to a couch that's close to where the two girls are sitting and talking to each other. One girl has her back to me but the cute one is facing me. While they're talking I notice her feet because her toenails are painted different colors. They're also painted on both sides. On the top, they're all blue. But on the bottom, one foot is painted green and the other foot is painted yellow. The girls are talking about her toenails and the other girl is admiring them and asks what kind of nail polish she used. While they're talking, I am putting on a pair of shoes. They look kind of like water shoes, and I notice that the sole of the one I'm trying to put on has come off. So I pick it up and press it back on into place. Then I notice the sole has come off the other shoe so I fix that one as well. All the while, I'm looking at the girl with the short hair because she is very cute. But she doesn't seem to notice me. That's all I remember because I woke up after that.

Had another lucid dream out of the blue last night, due largely to the fact that I noticed a dream sign:

I'm walking with my wife along a sidewalk. I'm not sure where we're headed but she's leading the way. We come to a chain link fence and suddenly she is on the other side of it and I ask her, "How did you get over there?" Looking at the fence, the only way I see over is to climb it, so I do. When I get to the top, I see the fence is right next to what looks like a souvenier shop or convenience store. But it's strange because the store has a chain link (or chicken wire) roof and I can see down into the store as I'm crawling over it. I'm going slowly, as my weight is causing the wire to sag down onto the items that are on the top shelf. I wait for my wife to cross over to where the cash registers are so that it won't have both our weight on it at the same time. We finally climb down and walk out the door.

We're walking toward my truck when I see my son, my Mom, my Dad, my brother & his wife getting out of a car and walking towards us. I tell my wife, "That can't be Justin; he's halfway around the world. And Grandpa (my Dad) is dead. This must be a dream!" I become lucid and do a reality check by pinching my nose closed and trying to breath and I can. So I do it again, just to make sure. Then I remember some stuff I read about studying all the little details around you, so I do stuff like look at the ground and feel the fabric on my shirt. Then I look at my hands and there are fingers missing; I only have, like, two or three fingers on my right hand. So I turn to my son and say, "This is a dream. Look at your hands." He looks at his hands and lets out a little laugh. I say, "You're missing some fingers, aren't you?" and he nods his head. We all walk over to this house and some more people (relatives) are sitting out on the front porch. I tell everyone, "This is what's cool about dreams...you can do stuff like this," and proceed to cup my hands together in a ball but not quite together, and move them back and forth. I'm trying to conjure up a fireball but all I get is this faint blue plasma looking orb. So I concentrate harder to create a ball of flame and the blue color turns to yellow with a small flame springing to life for a few seconds. I try to hurl it forward, like the superheros do in the movies, but it only travels a few feet before sputtering out. Then a cousin of mine says something like, "Uncle Vance died tomorrow." So I ask her, "Do you mean tomrrow? Or do you mean yesterday?" After that I woke up.

In my dream last night, I'm driving down the freeway in my truck. A friend of mine is riding in the passenger seat and he seems a bit nervous because I'm having a little bit of trouble staying in my lane but otherwise my driving is okay. I look at all the other cars on the road and they're giving me a wide berth. And then I realize...I'm driving in reverse at high speed. That explains why it's difficult to keep the truck centered in the lane. I'm actually having fun and marveling at my mad driving skills when I notice a second vehicle coming onto the freeway and it's going backwards too. He comes up right behind me but I accelerate and get way ahead of him. I want to do one of those manuevers where you whip around 180 degrees and keep driving without slowing down, but I'm not sure how to go about doing it. So I try whipping the steering wheel around while hitting the brakes...but before I know if it works or not, I wake up.

After I awoke this morning, I laid there trying to recall as much detail of my dream as I could. I'm not quite sure of the order of the events, so it might seem a little jumbled.

I'm outdoors and standing on a dirt road in what seems like a national forest of some kind. A steep hill rises on one side. There are other guys standing around and we're all wearing shorts, t-shirts and running shoes and it appears we're in some sort of race or competition. But this isn't the actual competition because we're all following a small group who are leading us in running up the hill through the trees. It appears we're doing some sort of dry run and being shown the course. We run up the hill and eventually come to a lake, which we have to get across. The leaders tell us that the first ones who make it across will be able to ride back on a fire truck.

I next find myself at my parent's house. I've gotten everything I need for the contest and am walking out the door but just as the door closes, I realize I left my keys inside the house. So I pick up my stuff and, in doing so, find my keys. (Big sigh of relief!) I read the rules for the race and see that there's a part where you have to go 10 miles on a bicycle but I don't have a bicycle so I'm worried how I'm going to do that part of the race. Then I find a little temporary tattoo with instructions to apply the temporary tattoo on your hand after you're done with the bicycle part of the race. I come up with the idea to just go ahead and apply the tattoo so I can skip that part of the race and start licking the back of my hand so I can put it on.

Next I'm running down the dirt road, trying to find the spot where you run up the hill. I think I find it and turn and start running but the path leads me to the right and I find myself back at my parent's house, running through the yard and down the driveway. Now I'm worried that the dogs will bark, alerting my Mom that someone is in the yard and that she'll see me and wonder what I'm doing. Now I'm worried that I'm so far behind that I'll lose the race. I keep running anyway and eventually find the right spot in the road where I'm supposed to be. Two of the leaders are standing there so I tell them what happened and ask where everyone else is. That's when they tell me that the race is tomorrow, not today.

I remember two dreams from last night. In the first one, I'm inside an old house. There's a man in one of the rooms doing something that the rest of us are trying to stop; conducting some sort of experiment or something like that. I don't remember what he's doing, only what the outcome is. Suddenly there are all of these insects in the walls. They're visible because it's like the sheetrock is transparent and you can see the wires and wall frame. The insects look like a swarm of bees and they're moving through the walls from the exterior to the interior of the house. Suddenly the lights go out and it's pitch black inside. A man's voice tells me, "Don't worry; they're going after him.", meaning the man in the room. Apparently, whatever he is doing is attracting the bugs to him. I feel some of the bugs crawl across me but they don't attack. I sense that to me, they're harmless. But the man in the room, I hear him start to scream. About a minute later, the lights come back on and we run to the room where the man had been. When we get there, all we see is a giant swarm of insects beginning to disperse and die. Within seconds, they're all dead and lying on the floor. I can now get a good look at them and realize they're not bees because their bodies and wings are longer and thinner. A man, perhaps the same one who told me earlier not to worry, calls me over and shows me little vials of blood that they have extracted from each of the insects and tells me that they apparently drained all the blood from the man's body before consuming it.

In my next dream, I'm in a cemetery and there's a funeral going on. I'm sitting with some of my family behind a grave that appears to belong to Leonard Nimoy. Besides his name on the headstone, there are photos of him and flowers and momentos laying around. But it's not his funeral because in the dream, I know I've been to his grave before. The funeral appears to be for William Shatner. His grave is just in front of Nimoy's and there is a similar collection of photos, flowers and momentos around it. I am a bit shocked by this because I didn't even know that William Shatner was ill; I thought he was in good health. Then the thought occurs to me that if he had been sick and lost some weight, he would look more like Captain Kirk from the original Star Trek series and that could be a good thing. Off to the side, one of my relatives is pointing out that Zsa Zsa Gabor's name appears on several of the headstones in the cemetery. Someone speaks up and says, "She married your uncle." Apparently, the names of the parents are on the headstones and that's why her name appears on more than one.

I'm disappointed that I did not pick up on any of the obvious clues that this was a dream. Zsa Zsa Gabor never married anyone in my family and both Leonard Nimoy and William Shatner are alive and well in the real world.

Okay, last night's dream was really strange and seemed to go on for a long time:

I'm at a large airport that doesn't resemble any I know in real life. I'm outside and planes are being moved around and parked on the tarmac. Most of them are models I am familiar with: MD-80's, 737's, etc. But one of them is like nothing I've ever seen before.

It's huge and triangular, wide in the back with what look like delta wings like on the space shuttle, except that these don't look wide enough to give the aircraft the necessary lift it would need to fly. It almost looks like there are two fuselages, sitting one on top of the other, and held together in some kind of yellow tubular framework. The body of the plane ends abruptly at the front with a completely flat nose, not curved like most airplanes are. I can't help but stare at it and wonder what kind of drag that flat nose would cause on the aircraft itself. It's almost like it's the rear section of what would eventually be a double decker aircraft of gigantic proportions.

Next, I find myself inside the airport. I am walking and talking with a woman who is wearing a one piece flight suit with military type markings and insignia. She is excited because she has just been chosen for her first assignment where she will parachute out of an airplane. We are walking outside because she wants to find the airplane she will be parachuting out of. We get outside and I see only three aircraft that look intact enough to fly. I tell her, "It's either this one", (pointing to one airplane), "that one over there", (pointing to another one), "or.....(pointing to the strange looking airplane), "it could be that weird airplane back there." We're not sure which airplane it will be, so while we're waiting, we decide to take a closer look at the strange aircraft. Looking at the flat nose section, I remark to her how much it looks like a pig's snout. We walk along the side of it and I tell her that it looks like it has an upper and lower deck, both with seats and point out what at first look like seats out in the open, not enclosed or protected by any walls or bulkheads. The seats are very small; at first I think they may be seats for babies to sit in. But that doesn't make sense because babies would not survive sitting outside an airplane when it is flying; they'd freeze to death. But then I notice the name "Gerber" printed on several of them and realize that they must be for baby bottles. "That makes sense," I say, "because they could store the baby bottles out here and they would be refrigerated by the airflow and high altitude. But how would the flight attendants be able to reach them in flight? They'd have to be wearing some kind of pressurized flight suit." Nothing about the design of the aircraft seems to make sense.
At that point, a man I know in real life, T.P., walks up and tells us the our airplane is arriving and fixing to touch down. We're watching it's approach and the pilot is requesting instructions for landing. T.P. is telling the pilot to land but he seems to be making jokes, saying things like, "Kiss the runway" and "slap the pavement". The pilot is so confused and/or inexperienced that he overshoots the runway and has to circle around and try again. I look at the woman and ask her, "You're going to jump out of that???" Then I woke up.