Thread: Nazi Robots in Straight Jackets - My Dream Journal

Lauren and I are walking together, we are a long, long way from home. Miles, and miles, there are numerous towns between our current location and home. Despite this, we agree that we will walk the entirety of the way. [As an outside observer, my mind notes and observes the fact that Lauren detests walking, and would never agree to such an endeavour, should I have perhaps picked up on this? Especially considering the fact that, in my dream, I realised the absurdity of the matter? There are large open parklands, with a winding path that leads up a hill and into the streets of a suburb, but blocking our way to the parkland is two houses and their large (unfenced yards).

I suggest to Lauren that we cut through here, as we pass the yard of one house the owner is sitting stretched out in a deck chair and he shouts out to us, "Just what do you think you are doing?"

"We just thought to cut through here to the parks." I reply, to which he says, "And just come onto my land in the process? Well, you're halfway there now, go on, but don't let me see you around here again." Bemused, we continue on. We come to the park area and walk along the walking track through the trees. A group of joggers pass us by, and then we head up the hill past the houses. It is like one of those yawn inducing little country towns, there are but two or three little roads with houses on them, nothing more.

We walk through these roads, and then find ourselves on a stone road, which quickly becomes a dirt track in the middle of nowhere as we progress from the previous town to the next. It is a bit like the dry old bush out here, scraggly bushes, half dead old gum trees, a dilapidated old shed here and there, and lots of wild barren land. We near a section where we must cross a small creek. I am twenty or so metres in front of Lauren and as I turn to watch her catch up I notice a few pigs wondering around, then in a blur of movement I see what seems to be some kind of wild boar. It comes running towards me, and I run, I run to where the banks slope down to the creek, but it is too far to jump accross. There is a lot of piled up junk, old trees, rubbish, etc, though and I try to jump onto that so I can then jump to the other side. Unfortunately, I jump onto it and it starts to fall away, so I am forced to jump back onto land and face the boar.

I spot a bridge of somesort - actually, it's more a few planks of hastily thrown together bits of wood - I run accross it and then yell for Lauren to follow. The boar is raging behind her, giving chase, and she runs, I grab the plank of wood and get ready to throw it into the creek so that it can't follow us. Lauren runs, for a moment I think that she may not make it, but she hops off the end next to me, I throw the plank aside, and we are safe.

We resume walking.

Soon we find ourselves on what is now more of a road, albeit a skinny one. I get two messages on my phone from QK (my place of employment) alerting me to two new jobs I have. I note that they are actually in the next town that we will be passing through on the way home and decide that I can do them then to save coming out again. I tell Lauren she will need to do one for me and she says, "I'll do the one hour one."

"But," I say, "Wouldn't it be better if you do the 15 minute one? I have the training and experience, it might be better if I do the longer one." But she is adamant, and I am happy with that - less work for me.

We travel down the road a bit more and come to the town. Once again it is a little country town. A few roads, a few houses, farms, things like that. There is a picnic area with public facilities, toilets, washing machines, showers, etc. We walk to the public facilities and put some clothes in the washing machine. Looking out the window I get a fright and see my Mum and my Step-Dad (Laurie) accross the way at a bench in the park setting up a barbecue. For some reason I really do not want her knowing that I am there. So I tell Lauren to duck and I go around the corner to use the toilets. I go in, make my choice (it seems it's a rather large public toilet facility) and as I am halfway done a bunch of people come in, give me a fright and I shove my uh.. .bits, back into my pants, before I've finished and end up wetting myself.

I go back out and look out the window and see that Mum is currently nowhere to be seen. I beckon for Lauren to come with me, and we approach Laurie to ask what he and Mum are doing there. I then ask him how long he will be there for, and ask if he can wait around for me to do my jobs, and then drive us home with him. As I am walking off, I see something on the ground. Lauren see's it too and says, "What's that?" And stands on it.

It's a snake and it wriggles out from under her foot, about to bite her, then Laurie stands on it, just behind the head and says, "It's a snake, don't worry, I've got it." This same thing happens again, this time with a spider that I see on the table. From here to the next stage we find ourselves walking down the road away from the picnic area, down a road that has huge tree's growing over it, leaning over it, the tree's from each side connecting at the top so as to make a large tunnel.

We walk down here, and after a little while of walking the tunnel opens into an opened room. It has walls, but no roof. It is sort of like a fortified room on top of a mountain. There are shelves, and on the shelves are boxes for lots of classic computer games from the late eighties and early nineties. I run up and grab one, "Wow, I didn't know this was available anymore!" I grab more, "Or this! Or this! I haven't seen this one for ages!" Surely I should have taken this as some sort of sign? I run to another wall, and see more games, Lauren calls out and points out another game, "Hey, did you ever hear of this game?" There is a man behind a desk. No. It's a peculiar looking alien, but before I get a chance to go and purchase the games...

Heaps of people start filing into the room. Some appear to be friends (that I don't know in real life) of mine. Some are obviously enemies. They are all decked out like knights of some sort. Helmets, armour, swords. They fight, and fight, and fight, and soon the room is filled with unmoving bodies sprawled around. I draw my sword (hey, where did that come from?) and approach what would appear to be some sort of evil queen.

I wave my sword around at her obnoxiously, taunting her, "Well, come on then, are you going to kill me or not?" She strikes, and strikes, and strikes again. Each time I casually block her blows. I start to dance around comically, mocking her.

I laugh, grab Lauren's hand and run through the door. We are atop some great wall (think Great Wall of China as it sprawls throughout the countryside) that is high atop some mountains. We can see all the way into the distance, lush green grass, fields and forests all around. As well as masses of armies down below on the grounds, surrounding us, holding malicious intentions towards us. With a look behind us, we make a run for it, running the length of the wall.

Hoping we can get out of this one...

I suppose we did. Upon awaking, I realise that none of this was real...

What a disappointing night.

I awoke four and a half hours after falling asleep (once again, precisely one minute before the alarm went off). I didn't recall a single thing, not even a vague glimpse of a dream. This seems to happen almost every night when I wake at that time. To make matters worse it took me ages to get back to sleep, and when I was almost there, the cat woke me up.

I awoke again an hour and a half after falling asleep, and rememebered nothing. Back to sleep.

Another hour and a half and I have the vaguest snatches of a nonsensical dream:

I am in some sort of opulent palace. There is myself, a lady of some regal standing and a young child. The lady threatens us with a knife, and she tells me to leave. I leave, down the staircase, and I hide under it. Watching for the lady. She comes down, dragging the boy, he and I make eye contact and he knows I will watch out for him. She drags him away.

I walk out of the palace and find myself in a market, the sort that sells second hand junk. There is a lady selling old video game machines. I walk past this, down past a few more stalls and come to the last stall. There are books on display, I look at them as I walk past them (this stall is in the shape of a square, so if I circle around it it will bring me back to walk up past the stalls I had already passed). I walk around it and see a painting, "$667" it as marked as. The man selling it, who I recognise as a kid I went to school with about 11 years ago (Provoked, I believe, by the fact that I saw him in the street just last week) approaches me and he says, "It's yours if you want it, but can you guess what's wrong with it? Have a look, it's 3D".

I look at the picture, it looks like one of those weird Escher (I think that's it) pictures, and I tell him what's wrong with it [I don't know what this is] and he laughs and says, "Well, I guess I shouldn't have said there was anything wrong with it!"

I continue my way around, back up past the stalls and to the one selling the old video game machines. There is one purporting to be some sort of Sega Megadrive. It's old, dusty, and has had numerous sticky substances spilt on it. $10. But do I really want it? Next to it, is a Super Nintendo, although it doesn't look like one. $25. There is an Atari, also. Though it doesn't look like one. It has this weird set up that is sort of like a car, and the front panel is where a small screen is, and the seat sits pretty far back from that. I comment on this to the lady selling it and she says, "It has to be that far away from the screen, because it's very loud".

I put my ear up close to it and say, "Well, so it is."

I go inside, and next thing I find myself in a pool. A small pool. The sort of pool that is for kids. It's small. We're waiting for something, and we're told to race each other while we wait. This is too easy, I think, as the pool is so short that as I push myself off from one end, I only need to do one or two strokes and I have reached the other end. We do this three or four times. Then the area is the same, but the pool has gone, and we're waiting for a band (The Daddies) to come out.

Steve comes out and tells us that the band will be there soon, but we should sing some songs ourselves while we wait. I jump up and start singing. In hindsight, even though it was a dream, and even though I actually sounded good in the dream, it was really quite embarassing. I sung White Hot Odyssey's "Permanent Juvenille". I think I did a pretty good job at it.

Then the guys from the band came out, they gave us goodies, they talked to us, and I was overexcited.

Last night I had another dream where I was in a computer game shop and I saw all these old, classic games that, by any right, really shouldn't be found in any logically existing modern shop. Unopened, mint condition, copies of original printings of games like Wing Commander 1, and Ultima VI.

Apart from the fact that this shows that I truly wasted my childhood, I wonder if this will become a worthwhile dreamsign. Twice in one week, while not all that much and no definates if I'll come accross it again, seems to be the best recurring instance I can come up with so far. Let's see what tonight will bring.

Initially I recalled three dreams last night. One of them has been wiped from the Universe of my memory as I simply went straight back to sleep when I awoke from it, without remembering to write it down or even acknowledge it.

Interestingly, it seems as though the other two dreams were continuations of each other. This is how they played out:

Somehow it came to mind that I would return to visit the town we used to live in, over fifteen years ago. I thought that maybe if I just went there and had a look around that I may bump into somebody I used to know. Mum reminds me that I have a computer job in the morning, so I need to be home in time to get enough sleep for that.

I borrow her car, ensuring her that I will return soon enough, and head towards Queenscliff where I can catch the car ferry and go straight across the bay, rather than driving three hours to go all the way around. I get on, the ferry arrives at it's destination, and I drive off. I drive around, looking for a car park, so I can go and arrange my return ticket, and find out when the ferry next leaves. I see a lady in a ticket booth, and approach her.

"Can I help you?" She asks.
I reply, "I just need to book a return ticket."
"For tonight?"
"Yes, what times is it going back tonight?"
"There is only one more trip tonight, at 8pm in 1 hour and 45 minutes, otherwise you'd have to wait until morning."
"That's not very long, maybe I can just have a little drive around and come back later on."

I pay for a ticket. I have 1 hour and 45 minutes to look around.

I drive around for a little bit. The area has a few vague resemblances to what I recall the place actually looked like, though it was sort of a mishmash of the suburb of where my Dad lives, and what this place should actually be like. I drive down a road [it looks exactly as I recall it from waking life 15 years ago] where a girl I was close friends with at the time [when I was about 8, we were madly in love] lived, I ponder to myself, "I wonder if she still lives there? I could go on, and ask after her."

I figure there is not enough time, I drive on.

There is a small group of shops, about three of them, atop a tall building that seems to look down on the rest of the town. I drive up the ramp that leads to the small car park up there and get out. There is a vegan fish and chip shop there, and after a few minutes I become close friends with a young guy in there [I am not sure if he is some random guy, or meant to be somebody I once knew]. I help out in the shop, there are about three other people working there, and a largish man with a black mustache who owns the place.

I help out, making food and such. I help my new friend make hamburgers. He is putting them together, but not very well. When it comes to putting on the soy-bacon he puts two slices, but rather than spread the two slices evenly over the roll, he puts the two slices on top of each other. I stop him and tell him this, and suggest that, "It might work better if you put them on like this instead..." And show him.

Soon my time is up, and I have to be going. My friend informs me that the boss has said that I can show up anytime I feel like working and they will pay me for it on the spot, so he suggests that with the money I made from working tonight, I will have enough money to come back later on.

We go outside and stand at the edge of the building, looking down over the side, into the distance. "So where did you used to live?" I have trouble coming up with the name, he suggests a name [I forget what it was he said], and then I point and tell him the name of the Suburb. "Oh yeah" He says, "That's the same place [As the other name he said]."

We talk for a few more minutes, and he tells me of a fantastic girl that I have to meet. I hop in mums car, and head back to the ferry, drive on board...

[Here I wake up, I recall this vaguely, and fall back to sleep].

I tell my mum that I intend to visit the place where we used to live over fifteen years ago. Mum reminds me that I have a computer job at 09:30 in the morning, so I need to be home in time to get enough sleep for that, and to get her car back. I tell her I will be back in plenty of time.

I catch the ferry over.

I arrive there and meet up with my friend [the friend from the previous dream, this is obviously a form of continuation, though there are errors in the form of me going there at the same time that the previous dream took place, I should have picked up on that at the time].

We go to a park [that is slightly similar to a park that I used to like there]. We get out of the car and a girl runs across the road to meet us. She is beautiful, and she smiles at me. We talk for a long time, and we leave the scene holding hands.

We walk for a bit, the three of us, and we come to an area that is by the seaside [here we come to complete fantasy land]. There is a large function center, where apparently we have to attend some thing, though the friend informs me there is a room of my own I can use if need be. Inside there are lots of pretentious people in pretentious attire, eating pretentious food and drinking pretentious drinks. Pompous, pontifical and boring. There is a bit of talking, and I leave.

The girl comes with me. She makes me happy. We have lots of fun together. She makes me happy. As we are walking along, a pirate ship comes from the ocean and kidnaps all the people from the buildings along the sea. Good riddance to the pretentious, but everyone else was unfairly kidnapped. My friend comes running to meet us and he tells us, "We have a ship too, which we can chase them in!"

We run for the ship, and as we, and some friends of his, pile onto it, the pirate ship sails past, cannons blaring, and as we pile off the ship begins to sink. Across the street there is a five story building that has anti-pirate-ship cannons [I kid you not!] so we run for it, and head inside to see what we can do. There are people inside, and some sort of scuffle ensues.

Who knows what happens after this, for the next I know the pirate threat is no longer on our minds. There are a group of us. The friend, my lady friend, some lady friends of hers, and some male friends of the friend. After some more random hanging around, I realise how late it is [Checking the time should have activated a reality check] and I notice that I am now too late to catch the ferry. It is 11:45pm, and I will have to drive home.
Three others get in a car, and they have to drive the same way as me (for the beginning of their trip) so they tell me to follow them and they will show me the way to go to get onto the main highway. I say goodbye to the others. [Of course, what is a tale without betrayals of friendships?] Someone brings news to me that the friend of mine [Nameless he shall remain] is unhappy with me, he has become violent, he doesn't like the way I have taken to the female he introduced me to. Baffled, I don't have the time to deal with it.

I hug the girl, and I kiss her, and I stroke her face and tell her I will see her again soon. She kisses me, and I hop into the car. The other car takes off and I follow it. It's a crazy road to follow. Around the ocean. It twists and turns as it snakes up a hill, then it twists and turns even more sharply as it goes back down the other side.

As we engage in this roller coaster ride I hear my phone ringing [I should have picked up on this for a reality check too]. I look over to it and see that it is my Mum calling. I can't very well answer it whilst driving on this sort of crazy road, though, so I let it ring out; knowing how worried she will be at the moment because she expected me home hours ago.

After a little while, we reach sanely constructed roadways, and I wave to the others as I pass them and head on to the highway. I call Mum and she is very worried, almost in tears, and I explain to her that I missed the ferry, and that I will be home around two am. She advices me to drive safely.

I continue on down the highway, driving on automatic, as my mind wanders back to thinking of this young lady I met...

I am awake.