sedrick

For whatever reason, I dreamed I could time travel.

I went back in time to the point that I was about 8 or 9 years old. I was at a friend's house, and it was late at night and it was raining. The family was furiously cleaning their house and preparing food. I remember the mom sweeping a pile of huge leaves that were lying in the living room into a dust pan. They all seemed to be preparing for company.

Then company arrived. It was a family I am friends with, only everybody was much younger. Some of them were only twelve. Other significant changes were the fact that one of the son's names was changed to Chris, another son wore glasses, and the eldest children of the family were some dumb-looking twin brothers.

We all sat down to eat. I kept glancing at one of the daughters. I think I had a crush on her.

After dinner, the Chris guy and another guy went into another room and started playing with legos. The daughter I had a crush on went in and sat down to watch them. I kind of stepped up next to her and asked if she was cold. She smiled gratefully but didn't reply. So I took off my coat, sort of draped it over her and tore out of the room. I was very shy.

The next day, we were outside playing. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon. My friend had a huge swing in his front yard. I got on it with the girl I had a crush on. I was still 8, but she was suddenly much older and appeared to be 19 or so. I sat on her lap and held on.

The swing got going, and instead of going just back and forth, it swung in circles around a pivot mounted on a high pole. The rope extended to be nearly a mile long, and the girl and I swooped around and around a huge radius at a thrilling speed.

I looked up at the girl. Her hair was blowing, she had her eyes closed, and her face was raised to the sun. She was smiling. I held on tighter, rested my head against her and watched the scenery speed by.

Then I dreamed we gave our dog a surgery enabling it to have puppies. Then she gave birth to a garish, florescent yellow dog. Think highlighter pen. It was weird. We also owned a steamroller.

My mother and my dog and I were driving around this secluded rural area at late evening. It was late in the year, and there was snow on the ground, but the sun was out. We saw a road that went off into the woods. The name of it was, as near as I can remember, Forbes Road. I recalled that I had heard it was a haunted road, but I didn't say anything. So we started down it.

By this time, it was getting dark. We came around a curve. There was a man with his car pulled over to the side of the road. He was out of his car. I turned off my headlights and got closer.

At first, he appeared normal. He looked like a rather fat middle-aged man with white hair. Then he saw me and he changed. His eyes glowed red and he looked sinister. For whatever reason I opened my door to see him better. My dog leaped out the door and onto the road, and suddenly the man made an abrupt lunge at the door, so I slammed it closed and drove off as fast as I can, leaving my dog behind. We then contacted the police and reported the incident.

The steering wheel on my car kept coming off during our escape.

Later, I got home. I lived by myself in a fancy house on top of a hill. It was Christmas time. I was the caretaker of this little girl in a blue dress. I told her Christmas jokes and raced her around the table. When I caught her, I tickled her. She had a great time.

My mother and I were eating at an Indian restaurant at the bottom of a skyscraper in Chicago. There were no other floors on the skyscraper, so there was no ceiling. All the light poured in from all the windows above.

The owners were both Indian, a husband and wife. They had the radio on to entertain their customers. It was tuned to a talk show. The announcer was interviewing an Indian man over the telephone. But the radio guy forgot what to call people of his nationality, so he referred to the Indian guy as a "tannish man". This insulted the owners of the restaurant, so they turned off the radio and made me play the xylophone instead.

An older guy had borrowed a pastor's truck for a few days. When he returned his truck to him, he kind of sheepishly admitted that he had accidently spilled some sour kraut in the front seat. He opened the door to show the pastor. Gallons of sour kraut were literally piled on the passenger seat, and it came spilling out the door and onto the ground. The pastor was furious.

My friend's mother could control the flight patterns of birds using hand gestures. She used flocks of crows as her personal messengers. She was standing out in a field, moving her hands around, and this huge flock of birds was swarming around and making these insanely complex maneuvers. It was very neat.

I was standing at an intersection in a small town, and a couple of my friends and I were throwing walnuts at passing cars.

I made a movie about a mouse.

I was on a ship with a large bull cow. It was huge and fat. As he walked around the deck, the boat would tip a lot and threaten to capsize.

There was a satanic cult that operated in a small rural community close to where I live. Their order of ceremonies insisted that at each service the members of the society must watch Wes Anderson's film "Fantastic Mr. Fox". It was a requirement. Not a single service went by without a screening of it. I remember thinking to myself, "This should make some awesome trivia on the movie's page on IMDb. Those cultists must know that movie inside and out! I wonder why it's so important to them."

This blond-haired boy gymnast was hanging upside down by his feet in a gym. He was wearing some tight-fitting athletic garb that looked sort of like a speedo. Then this girl came up to him and started kissing him. She also kissed him in some of his more private places. It was embarrassing.

Then I was sitting in possibly the coolest room I've ever been in in a dream. It had an extremely low ceiling, so that I had to bend over even when I was sitting cross legged on the floor. Everything was made of wood and painted black. The only light came from the ceiling which was covered in these glowing, multicolored geometric designs. They looked sort of like Indian henna art, and it covered the whole ceiling and sort of swirled around.

Then that same girl that had kissed the blond boy came in through a trap door in the floor. She sort of started flirting with me. She mentioned that sweethearts like to lie on their backs together and watch the ceiling as the designs swirled around. She also mentioned several times that she just wanted to "eat me up".

I was driving down a busy interstate at about 80 mph very late at night. I was going around a big turn in the road. I was passing people right and left, so I was having to swerve a lot. Nobody's tail lights seemed to be working, so I just had to guess at where they were. It was freaky.

My family and I were shopping at Walmart. My mom forbade me to ever use DreamViews again. I protested that it helped me in learning how to lucid dream and I had a dream journal there. But she forbade it. So I left a notice on the site that I wouldn't be posting anymore, and deleted my account.

Hagrid from Harry Potter was standing by what looked like a laundry or garbage shoot. He shouted, "All aboard for Hogwarts!" Then Professor McGonagall appeared carrying about five little kids in her arms. They all yelled in delight, "Yaaay!! YaaaaY!!! We're all going to HOGWARTS!!!" Then she shoved them down the shoot. She started laughing and said, "oh, they're so cute! Bless them! They wanted to go to Hogwarts, and we sent them there!"

I was chronically ill, and this girl I like was taking care of me. She and I went to this hugely fancy gala at a big mansion.

I made a VFX shot in which I cloned myself multiple times.

A lady was very sick and needed a back brace. To get her one, a man removed all his ribs and made her one out of them.

This kid had a flamethrower and was walking around with it. Then suddenly he DIDN'T have a flamethrower, and instead he had a can of beans. He set it down on a chair, but it floated about a foot above it. Then I went over and picked up the can and set it back down. This time it floated about five or six feet in the air. I figured the can was resting on the head of some terrifying five-foot-tall monster standing on the chair, and I got irrationally scared. I woke up.

I was at a church on a rainy day. A 12-year-old girl was giving a sermon on an impending stock market crash. My sister didn't like the sermon so she left and went outside and started collecting acorns that had fallen on the ground.

Then I dreamed I texted the girl I like and told her about the dreams I had about her earlier that night. She said she had dreamed about me too.

I owned an antique shop called Little Ghost.

A hillbilly set himself up as the self-appointed god of the world. He called himself "The Right". His daughter was his most faithful follower.

One of my friends had a really weird picture of a fox hung on a wall in his room.

I had these HUGE biceps, but I was sorely disappointed because they weren't big enough.

I was reading a children's book based on the Pixar movie Brave.

This girl I like turned herself into an animal for fun, and she suggested I do the same. I met her out in a field by a fence row. She was a beautiful exuberant fox, and she was excited to see me. I tried turning into a fox, but I ended up as a... fish.

I dreamed I was working on a farm with a good friend of mine and his father. His father was pulling something with a tractor. Suddenly, he made a sharp right turn and the tractor tipped over on its side. The father wasn't hurt, but my friend was. I started crying and ran to him and picked him up in my arms. He was pinned under the tractor and unconscious. He had been very close to being crushed by a tire. It seemed, though, that he would probably heal in time.

I was showing director Wes Anderson around our house, and he was entranced by a moving picture of a train that we had hanging on our wall. He commented that he "liked the framing". I'm not sure if it was in reference to the composition of the picture or the picture frame it was hung in.

Another of my friends and his sister and I and another guy were sitting at a table in a cold room with a radio. It was raining outside. The guy turned on the radio, and a classical station came on, playing Bach's Air for G String. The song made me soooo sad, and I started to cry. The sister moved closer to me and comforted me.

My mother and sister and I were watching a movie together. It was kind of a creepy show. Then my sister gave a sort of whimper, reached over to me and pointed to something behind me. I looked. There was a shadow on the wall that bore a striking resemblance to the evil monster thing in the movie. I got scared and woke up.

I was sitting on a propane tank in grassy church parking lot under a tree. One of my friends was sitting next to me, and this girl sat on my other side. She put her arms around me and sat on my lap.

There was a potluck after church, and my grandpa had decided to make something for it. He made what he called "chocolate pudding". It was made of a mixture of baked beans and white confectionary baking chocolate, blended together. It was awful!

After church, we couldn't find grandma. She appeared to have slipped out during the sermon. :p After looking a long time, I found her in a house next to the church having a pizza party with a bunch of her friends. They were quilting too or something. And we were like, "Grandma, what are you DOING here?"

My dead father and the rest of my family were travelling cross country and it was extremely hot. I was afraid our car would overheat.

I dreamed I woke up in the middle of the night and tried to WILD, but I gave up.

A terrifying terrorist had come to our town and had hidden himself in the basement of a church. My cousin and I decided to go see if we could find him.

We found the door to the church basement easily enough. But inside it was pitch black. I switched on my flashlight. What I saw was a large room, sort of like a stairwell, with concrete stairs going down the sides of the walls. I shown my light over the railing on the side to see if I could see the bottom. I couldn't.

We tentatively began walking down. We got to a landing, and there was a rotting alien corpse. Suddenly we heard a noise and hid behind it. It echoed through the stairs. We listened and waited for a long time but nothing showed itself. Then we gave up and went back up to the main floor.

Then all the children that attended the church banded together. (The group included my sister, who was suddenly quite obese.) They numbered about fifty. They vowed to all the grown ups that they would descend the stairs, reach the bottom, find the horrible man and destroy him. The adults pleaded with them not to go, but they would not listen. So one day they marched through the door, and we listened on the other side to the muffled echoes of their feet descending the stairs. They never came back up.

My aunt had a dog nose and mouth, and she yawned widely and rolled her tongue around and showed her long teeth.

I was sent away to live in this weird city under a dome ruled over by a strange bald man. He only appeared to the people on Saturdays. The other days, other people were in charge of administering justice. They were referred to as "Pharisees".

I had three friends, all girls. We had been brought forcibly to the city together. One girl was young, one was just slightly younger than me and the other was just my age.

The laws in the city were terribly hard to keep, and if you broke any of them, horrible punishments were enacted on you. I got into trouble, but I sought an audience with the bald ruler.

I told him that it had been revealed to me that soon everything outside the domed city would be destroyed, but everything within would be saved. Therefore, I asked permission of him to go out into the surrounding desert and gather cactus plants, which we could replant after everything was destroyed. He allowed me to.

During our entire meeting, my nose ran incessantly. I couldn't stop it.