Dragging my Mind Over the Gap Between Is's

Sunday, June 19th

(Last night I awoke a bit before 6am with aches in both my arms and legs and no clear dream memories. My living situation for my current gig has me sleeping on an air mattress underneath the stairs of the house so this is affecting my ability to sleep soundly and therefore my dream recall and content. It took me about an hour to get back to sleep and when I did I had a series of brief, relatively harmless dreams that left me with a few memories and impressions. I woke for a short time between them to jot down some keywords.)

I. “Go Home, Please.”

One moment I am awake in my bed trying to get to sleep, all of a sudden I am in a similar bed and sleeping situation, equally cramped, only in the dream I now share this space with my roommate S.B. We have two different mattresses but they are right next to each other. We are in something that looks like a garage and outside there is a group of young girls who are trick-or-treating or something and I have the intuition that they will rush into the door if I open it. I “find my Ipod,” a black nano that I haven’t owned since high school. The screen has come off but I reattach it easily and it has a Resident drawn on the back in silver sharpie. S.B has an Ipod as well. The song playing from his has this line in it, “be my ….” (can’t remember the last word.) As soon as I hear this line, the song playing from my Ipod by a different band says the exact same line. I note the “coincidence” but never become lucid.

It may be because the group outside is becoming loud, but eventually I open the door and they all rush at me. I fight them back and yell “Can you all go home, please?” All of a sudden I begin coughing quite hard and actually taste phlegm in my throat. This coughing wakes me up.

II. “That’s a Cop”

I believe it is still Halloween, or whatever festivities were going on in the previous dream. I am sitting on the porch of an unknown house with some people. One of them is Z the soundman. He is sitting off of the porch, on a lawn. Possibly the same group of small girls has apparently just left from the front of the house and have walked down the street to the right. Suddenly a cop car pulls into the gravel driveway as Z is simultaneously sparking a bowl. He walks over and starts to hand it to me as the officer is walking toward the porch. I start whispering to him “That’s a cop. That’s a cop. That’s a cop” but he does not hear me. Somebody else eventually leans over and he seems to get the message right as the cop approaches.

The cop starts talking to us in the exact same whisper I was using and I cannot easily make out what he’s saying. The gist of it is that the group of girls that just walked down the street have “information” about us. I wake soon after this and begin to write it down; however this turns out to be a false awakening and soon after writing it I wake up for real with most of the memory of the dream erased. It returns later after I focus for a bit.

III. “Skylar”

I am with a group of my friends on a street at night. S.B tells me that a car full of kids, who have mistaken him for somebody they have a vendetta against named Skylar have pulled a gun on him. The car is right in front of us and the people, none of whom I recognize as people I know, are extremely drunk. I tell him to call the driver of the car an idiot or something, and he tells me this is probably a bad thing to call somebody with a gun (good point.)

Suddenly I’ve apparently decided to take this matter into my own hands. I’ve also switched the identity of the gunpoint victim to my friend M.B. He is standing next to me as I approach the car. Beforehand I see them sitting on the hood making immature ‘gay’ jokes. However when I reach the car they’ve all somehow gotten back inside. I yell at the one in the drivers’ seat “THIS IS NOT SKYLAR. HIS NAME IS M.B.” I look over at M.B and at the driver again, their expressions somewhat confuse me – they are both suddenly calm and it’s not until I awaken that I realize the people in the dream know that I have made a mistake in the identity of whoever had the gun pointed at them. I remember that both of their eyes were glowing with incredibly vivid color, M.B’s a magnificent shade of blue and the driver of the car a shining golden brown. I wake up for the remainder of the day right around here.