SuperSN's Journal of Eclectic Dreams

The first I remember of the dream was walking into a Costco building, but it looked nothing like the roomy interior of Costco. The ceiling was lowered, the shelves were closer together, it took less time to walk from one place to another, etc. Right in front of me were 3 ladies standing behind tables lined up behind each other. I walked up to the first lady and she took a red balloon up to my mouth and in a very Asian accent told me to blow in it. I had a difficult time doing so, only managing to get a single blow in before it deflated. During my attempts it looked like she was measuring my blood pressure, but I couldn't tell. After a few failed attempts at blowing up the balloon, she took it away and shook her head, telling me that she couldn't measure me. I got angry and proceeded to the last woman in the table line. I asked her to measure me, but she said that if the Asian lady couldn't do it, she couldn't do it either. I demanded for her to do it, but she consistently denied me. Steam practically coming out of my ears, I stormed off.

I passed the deli section and went down the nearest flight of stairs I could see. The room I was now in was long and skinny. A counter with another employee standing behind it was in front of me. Completely bypassing it, I walked to my right, where there were shelves and shelves of storage for frozen items. A woman, presumably a trainer for new employees, was showing her underlings how to shelve the items. I scooted past them and saw an outlet stationed in the wall for a Little Caesar's. I remember faintly that I was supposed to go in here to find food. I ordered a personal pizza and ate it up the stairs and out the store before I woke up.

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Django from Django Unchained came to his original plantation and started killing all his captors, just like in the movie.

Dream 1:

The first I can remember of the dream is me looking down on a meditation group from a floor above. All of them were sitting in what looked like a habitat for an animal at a zoo. There were waterworks, stones, grass, very natural things, but it was enclosed by a 2 foot high wall. After a sort time of me observing their meditation, a man in a black polo and khakis starting putting up tan tarps held up by poles. I went down a floor and asked the man what was going on. He told me the meditation session was over, and he was covering the area. I turned around and saw two friends of mine, both fathers. The one who I am more acquainted with, Dave, started talking to me. I can't remember what he said, but he pointed to a door to what looked like a closet and told me to take a shower in there.

The room was perfectly square. There was tan tile on the floor, a shower head coming out of the middle of the ceiling, and a receptacle for towels on the left side of the room (from coming in the door). I stripped my clothes, apparently tan cargo shorts as well, and hung them on the wall. I proceeded to take a shower, but I inadvertently seemed to be getting water all over my clothes and the towels. I got pretty miffed, and I managed to get the water under control. I also decided now would be a good time to masturbate. I came buckets, twice. I turned off the shower, got a towel on, and saw a secret door in the back corner of the room. I cracked the door open just slightly, and saw a long room with tons of stuff with clay. Clay sculptures, clay pottery, clay dioramas. There was even a clay puppet of sorts, moving in the same motion over and over again. It was propelled by nothing more than some carefully placed metal plates to direct it's movement. As far as I could tell, it was moving from the momentum of it's previous movements.

I walked in the room and ogled at all the art. Dave came in and started commenting on his work. As with before, either I couldn't remember what he said, or I didn't care. After a few sentences from him, he took me by my shoulder and walked me over to a chalkboard. He drew 2 circles, and populated them with various different things. He asked me to draw a circle and do as he did. I attempted to craw a circle, but it was horrible. He laughed and laughed at my oval/circle. I erased it, and tried again, but he only laughed harder. I did this a few times before I woke up.

Dream 2:

Me and my brother were flying in a small plane fit for two. He was currently driving. He made a comment about how he couldn't fly very long stretches, and landed down in front of a visitor's rest stop with a fast food restaurant in it. We went in, and sat at a table. He told me to take the plane and find Miami Beach, and to report back on where it was. I've never been to Miami Beach. As he went to the restroom, I headed out of the building to see that the plane, previously normal-sized, was now vastly different. It looked to be a tiny green toy plane, like something you'd see on a playground, like those animals with springs under them. I didn't seem to be confused though. I straddled the green wooden wingless contraption and, as luck would have it, it started to fly. Since there were no controls or anything, and it was about the length of me, I had to control the plane with my own body weight. To turn, I tilted my body in the direction I wanted to go. To speed up, I tilted my body forward, and to slow down the opposite.

Even though the plane wasn't very fast, quite slow in fact, I was out of the (literal) woods and close to the beach in no time. I came across a sandy trail, with lots of snakes in a 3 foot area. Derryl from The Office was on the trail. I hovered next to him and asked him how to get to Miami Beach, to which he replied through the trail that snakes currently were in. He made some ballsy moves to get through the snakes, and never looked back. Deciding I couldn't or wouldn't go through the snakes and completely forgetting that I had a plane, I flew away from the trail. Eventually I made it to the beach, which was surprisingly thin but still highly populated. Lincoln Log-esque buildings, green roofs and all, lined the beach all the way down. The tiny bit of sand left not occupied by buildings was dotted by people enjoying their time by the sea. Most striking however, was the fact that there were many more of my type of planes flying around the beach. As I was flying through the beach, a woman in her thirties flew up next to me with the same exact plane, and unintentionally copied all my movements She seemed to be enjoying it, but I slowed down and let her pass me.

I flew inside a hotel's lobby that was open to the beach and large. There were children in swimsuits playing in fountains, there were gift shops, and heavy set men buying commemorative T-shirts. After being satisfied with my people-watching, I flew out of the hotel.

There was a but more to this dream involving canyons, scientists, and rare geometric poisonous insects, but I'll just say that flying in the little green plane has been one of the nicer dreams I've ever had.

Dream 1:

I was in a huge arena with a very ominous reddish-black sky. On either sides of the arena were these massive step pyramids/ziggurats, owned by each team and acting like their base.

Each base had a different color tint, either red or blue, and the layers were frequent and thin. There were gun encampments all along my team's pyramid, but the guns were all late 1800s Gatling guns. I also remember that the two teams were playing Capture the Flag, and as you might expect the flag was in the pyramids. This is where things get freaky.

I was probably sent to get the flag from the other team's base, as next thing I know I'm in a hallway that looks like one from one of my schools, and all the lights above were either flickering or off. A little further down than I was a man sitting down in an old high school desk. His head was turning like an owl's, around in circles. The direction was rapidly changing, but then he saw me. His facial features looked bare or empty, but I guessed that he was in his mid-thirties. The man abruptly stood up. He zipped towards me a couple steps and stopped. Again he does this until he's right up at my face, head still turning. His marble white eyes lacked pupils. The man might have said something, but I tried to run away to the branching hallway on my left. I didn't look back. I managed to get myself into a thinner hallway, but there was this strange shadow. It looked like a thin potato on a stick, but you could clearly see eyes and teeth. This thing was not good. I heard voices in my head about trying to cut the thing, because that's the only thing you could do. I turned around and saw the creature of the shadow towering above me. It was at least 7 feet tall, and was wearing some sort of burlap bag type material. It's head was just like what I saw in the shadow, but it had red eyes. Inspired from Counter Strike, I whipped out my knife and started slashing in a similar fashion. I was backing up in the process. I was petrified though, so I woke up.

Dream 2:

This was a far more pleasant dream than the Counter Strike House of Horrors one. Me and some other people were browsing the aisles of Target. I felt like I knew these people, and perhaps they were friends, but I don't know those people in my waking life. An intercom announced that the store was foreclosing. My group and I walked out of our current aisle and saw that things were really being foreclosed. Taking a brief look at some of the price tags, everything was on sale, most for 90% off. The store's layout had changed as well, not what you'd see at a regular target.

The little remaining aisles were placed perpendicular and in front of the checkouts. From the back wall of the store, which had been brought up to match the new placement of the shelves, you could see a checkout and the employee working there. All of the employees to my recollection were all the same guy, and were all incredibly depressed. I wouldn't blame them. The most interesting and jarring thing about the whole change was that now, instead of Target selling what they usually sell, the store was selling strange antiques.

We proceeded to walk around the cash registers over and over again, as that's where nearly all the big-ticket antiques were. There isn't much of interest to say that happened from that point. We laughed and pointed at all the ridiculous things on display. It seemed to be great fun. The only thing that really stuck out in my mind was that I was abnormally interested in this large figurehead-esque bust of Catwoman stood up on large black wooden beams. It looked expensive, but since it was on sale, it was only $10.

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I'm fairly sure that in this dream I was in the body of, or playing the role of Walter White from Breaking Bad. Walter came into a cell with a woman who he seemed to recognize. She was in a metal basket of sorts, with packing foam all around her, only her head poking out from the top. The bars of the cell door locked us in momentarily, and Walter started saying something or other to this lady while removing the foam and exposing her extremities which were covered in boxes. In these boxes were her arms (as you'd expect) and in at least one of the boxes was a knife, which Walter took. The woman explained to Walter the situation on the road a block or so away from the prison. There was a gang that was harassing anyone who came through, either leaving for the desert of coming into the city.

At this point I, now the lens of the dream, started going towards this gang on the border of the city and the desert. I saw them harass Biff from Back to the Future, stalled, and continued on the road away from the city and completely bypassing the gang. Eventually I reached a home, completely alone and isolated from anything. I changed into my bodily self and continued into the home. I knew through intuition that this run-down and abandoned home used to be Biff's. I looked in the medicine cabinet behind the mirror in the kitchen/living room of all places, and found some juices, beauty creams, and most peculiar, an Electroshock Therapy kit. The EST kit was held in a red nylon roll-up bag. I remember in particular that there were contacts lined up on the rightmost side of the bag. These were thin metal rectangles with black on the top 1/3 of each of the contacts.

From this point, I have a flashback or premonition, I don't know what, but that was far too long for this entry and it is very fuzzy in recollection.