Thread: SidelineWarrior's very own Dream Journal

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Finding Money

Me, my brother, and my dad were walking around in Wal-Mart. I notice a small, woman's purse/money pouch. I pick it up and take a quick look at the money before I stuff it in my pocket. The first bill looked like a $20. Awesome. I go somewhere where I can better count the money, without people all around me watching. It turns out that the first bill was actually a $50. SWEET! The next bill is a $100!! and the next one is a $500!!!! A total of about $1600!!! I stuff the wallet back in my pocket and wonder how I am going to break a $500 bill. The bank would be the only way, so hopefully they don't have this money marked. My dad and brother find me and say that they are ready to leave. So we head out to the car.

(I absolutely hate these types of dreams more than any other dreams)

Personal Dream Signs
Finding Money

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Losing Sanity

I was awoken from a dream by my parents. I was sleeping on our couch. I'm very groggy at the beginning of the conversation, but each little bit I wake up a little more. I hear things about my job, things about my mom getting a pet mouse, and then a pet dog, and finally I hear something about our house getting broken into.

I start to wake more, yet not completely yet. I ask, who broke in? What got stolen? When did this happen? etc. They stole wierd things, like our deep freezer, my mom's bottom drawer on her dresser, things like that. Things aren't making sense. I can't tell what is real and what was part of the dream. I walk around the house. Some rooms that I hadn't went into yet were empty. I didn't notice at the time. The house was exactly how it was supposed to look.

Where do we live? Arizona.... yeh that's real. Dad had been working late at his job.... yeh that's real too. Mom doesn't have a job.... real. What happened to the mouse and the dog? Did they get stolen too? Or was that part of a dream? I could have sworn they were real, but then where are they?

I am pacing around the house, holding my head. My dad had made a joke about how I should stay awake around the clock in order to prevent this from happening again, and he thinks that that is what I am trying to think of. He tells me don't worry about it, it was just a joke. I tell him, I'm not thinking about that. I am trying not to lose my sanity. I tell them that I cannot tell what is real and what was from the dream. I scream out "IS THIS A DREAM?!"

Saturday, May 13, 2006

The Flying Fish

I was sitting at the dinner table with my brother and my grandma, eating dinner. I look down into the corner of the room and see some thing that looks like it is waving in a spider web. I continue with my meal for a second trying to get my brain to recognize what it was that I had looked at, all the while trying not to bring attention to it.

Then I remembered. It looked like a fish. I look back down and think, "Why would there be a fish caught in a spider web?" The fish was only the length of my index finger, maybe less. Then it floats up, looking at me. It's the Flying Fish!! I had seen him in a few dreams from before, that I don't remember. I had always tried to catch him, but I never could get ahold of him.

Everyone is shocked. I try to catch him, but he keeps evading me. I sit back down and decide I might as well finish my meal. Then he dives into my shirt through the back of my neck hole. He starts "swimming" around my body, doing laps around my stomach. I clamp my hands down over him. I finally got him!! My brother and grandma comment on how much money I could make.

I get up and, slowly at first, start making my way towards my room, where I have a jar i could put him in. I start walking faster and faster until i'm practically running towards my room. Then something jerked the fish through my hands and made me trip.

You know that feeling when you wake up and rush out of bed to turn off your alarm clock, but your blankets are still half-wrapped around you, and they snag on something. That feeling.

I panic and look down on the ground to find him. (He's a clear fish, almost invisible sometimes. Another reason why it is always so hard to catch him) I fear that he is hurt, or worse. Then I see him flopping on the ground. Ah shit. I go to pick him up, but then he flies away. Well... He may not like me, and he may not make me rich, but at least he's still alive.

Personal Dream Signs
The Flying Fish!
House in Cove
Thinking Something is Dead, Then it Comes Back to Life

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Beach Problems

Me and a couple people were at the beach drinking. It was getting late so we decided to head home. We were in two different cars. Two in my jeep, two more in my dad's truck. 5 total. We were driving really slow. I needed to piss so we park the cars and start looking for someplace to go. Most of the places were too wide open. Other places were too close to houses. Finally I find something pretty hidden.

While I'm doing my business, somebody yells "Get the hell off of my property!" and rushes towards me with a butcher's knife. He was wearing a black hooded robe, so I couldn't see his face. I stand still and he rushes past me and after my friends. I decide that I might as well finish pissing. The guy keeps chasing my friends around in circles. I zip up. One of my friends finds a bat. The rest run off. He gives me the bat and runs off too. The man chunks his knife at me. I duck and it goes past me. He pulls back his hood and I see that it's only a kid. That doesn't stop me from wanting to beat his ass anyways. I mean, hell, he just threw a butcher's knife at me.

So I start chasing him with the bat. He runs back towards where are cars are parked. My friends had taken my dad's truck but they left my jeep. We run in circles around the jeep for a minute, and then he just hops inside and locks all the doors. I yell at him for a minute, then we both realize, at the same time, that the trunk is cracked open. We race back there, but I get there first. I grab the kid. Right as i'm about to commence to pummeling, a cop car with lights blazing flies by, but turns back around when he sees us. Crap.

The kid smiles, knowing that I couldn't do anything now. The cops pull up next to us. I hurry up and speak before the kid can say anything. "Officer, this kid won't get out of my car." He takes me to the side and I explain the situation to him. The officer then takes the kid aside and starts talking to him.

Another cop pulls up, this time its a woman. Nice tan, curly black hair, young 30's at most. She starts questioning me. The two officers get together and talk for a second. The female cop comes back over towards me and says, "If this happens again, just handle it quietly." Then she asks why i'm drunk. I tell her i'm not drunk but I DID have a drink. She smiles and whispers in my ear, "Well have a good night" and then out loud, "I love y- I mean, I'll see you later". I laugh and say, "I love you too officer."

Friday, May 19, 2006

Hill Blockade

I was going to school at some college that was located near the top of a fairly steep hill that is about a mile long or farther. There was a government investigation along the hill area. No one was aloud to leave or enter. The people who lived along the road on the hill all had to be moved into one house and were'nt aloud to leave. Every once in a while, people would try to break through the barriers and see just how far they could get (on car, bike, foot, etc.).

One time, a car almost makes it to the end. The driver has to jump out and make a run for it, but gets tackled. During this race, another man tries to sneak by on a bike. I decide to try and sneak by too. I'm wearing those shoes that have rollerblades built into them. So i'm skating down the hill, and all the agents are worried about either the bike guy or the guy who was already captured.

The man on the bike gets caught, and I keep going. I've almost made it. About 100ft from the end, I hit a big patch of rock and gravel and bust my ass. I stand up quick and try to act nonchalant. Agents are rushing towards me. I turn my back and start walking back uphill. They run right past me and towards the bike guy. I'm surprised. They must think I'm one of the people that live here, since, as I had just noticed, I was wearing overalls and a flanel shirt. I slowly walk to the edge of the street and hop over the fence and into a field.

On the way back up the hill, I meet some guy. Apparently he had been here when the investigation started. He said that he had pretended to live here just so that he didn't have to go to college. He said they feed him, shelter him, and pay him every month. So he is content here. They had been there for about 3 or 4 months. He leads me back to the house.

I hang out with everybody for a few days. Milton was there. I eventually need to go back (college work was probably loading up, plus I wanted to tell everyone that I had made it the farthest). Everyone thinks it is a bad idea to try to sneak out. Also, if the government finds out that all the people knew that I was there and wasn't supposed to be, they would get into real big trouble. I thank them for everything and head back anyways.

Personal Dream Signs
High School Friends

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

The Bug Collector

I dreamt of a young boy, not myself, whose father collected insects. One day the father gave his son his whole collection. The son accidentally let all of the bugs escape. He tried to collect them all back up before his dad got home. He was able to find all of them and put them back in their places, except for the most prized addition to the collection, the Tiger Roach. The Tiger Roach didn't really look like a roach at all. It looked more like a beetle, or a tarantula with a beetle shell. Also the stripes were colored backwards from a tiger, black body, orange stripes. When the father came home, the boy told him what had happened. The father yelled at him, but then they spotted the Tiger Roach. They thought it was dead, but when the boy prodded it with a mostly empty box of Special K with Strawberries (which happened to be its home) it hopped up and crawled back inside its home.

Later the mom was telling someone about that story, and apparently right after it happened, something that looked like a spider's nest started to grow on the boys leg. Doctors said that an alligator had laid its eggs in his later. Then after they had hatched, the alligator broke into their home and sets up house right in the boys room. The mother made the boy wear all kinds of body armor and metal mesh stuff so that he could still sleep in the room until the alligator left.

Personal Dream Signs
Thinking Something is Dead, Then it Comes Back to Life

Friday, May 26, 2006 (Evening)

Transit Cases

Me and my brother were assembling transit cases. Well, at least we were supposed to be assembling them. Ryan was sleeping and I was playing around doing something else. We were supposed to have them done over the night. We had gotten most of them done though. Only about eight left, six of which were identical and very easy to do. My brother was awakened by the sound of my mom's voice, who happened to be our boss. She said that we had better have all the cases done when she gets in the room. Ryan is panicking, but i'm calm and know what to do. I guide him through what to do.

Influences: Transit cases <--> I build transit cases for the military. Built alot lately.

Personal Dream Signs
House in Cove

Saturday, May 27, 2006

The Body Guard

I was in some wierd, scary town. If you've every played Shadowrun back on the sega genesis. It was kinda like that type of town. Dark, dirty, and, even though I don't remember any smell, it probably smelled bad. Anytime I felt like going somewhere, I would see a map of the town, also kind of like pulling the map up in a video game. I was protecting this little girl, maybe 12 years old.

One time she gets lost in this one part of town that was haunted by a gorilla ghost. I have a close encounter with the ghost when I'm in the area searching for her, but I was able to escap eand make it back "home". It wasn't really much of a home, though. It was more like an section of one of the streets. It was just another street, but it was always safe there, and we stayed there when we weren't off adventuring. When I get back she's still not there.

I wait there for a little while, and she eventually comes back. She said she got attacked by the gorilla ghost too. She said she accidentally dropped her water pistol when she was trying to escape. For some reason that water pistol was very important to both of us. So I go back into that part of the town, while she stays "home". I get the shit kicked out of me by the gorilla ghost when I get back into that section of town, and was barely able to escape. I never found the water pistol though.

Saturday, May 27, 2996 (Evening)

Groceries

My mom comes in the house, our old house from Texas, and tells me to go get some groceries out of the car. When I get out there, she tells me to hop in the car real quick. She pulls out of the driveway, before we had unloaded anything. I figure she is going to turn the car around so we can better get the groceries from the back. We start talking about my brother, and about how he was apparently trying to leave without seeing her for a last time. How long he was leaving for, I don't know. It seemed like it would be for about a month or so. Something about two girls he worked with too. And apparently one of them had really bad hair, so says my mom. We pull back into the the driveway and bring in a load of groceries. Then we get back in the car and leave again. I eat some fruit. We go by my brother's job. I ask my mom why we keep driving around. She laughs and says it is because she is absent minded. We drive back home and start unloading groceries.

Personal Dream Signs
House in Cove
Repetition

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Rampage (MY FIRST LUCID DREAM!!)

I was in some city. I had parked my car in front of mmy apartment building and was doing something inside. When I come back outside, I see that the whole front of my Jeep has been stolen. Everything from the hood to the engine to the windshield. I ask some mechanics, who were working like 10ft away if they had seen anything. They hadn't. Of course they hadn't. They were probably in on it. I go back inside and grab an axe. I keep saying to myself that this can't be happening.

So I do a reality check. I try to stick my finger through my hand. It doesn't go through. Crap, this IS real, and my car really DID get jacked. So I smash away on my car to relieve some anger. I try to stick my finger through my hand again, but nothing. So I try something else. I try to wake myself up. Slowly, because I've actually woken myself up before by doing this. I got a glimpse of myself laying in bed, and it all clicked. It REALLY is a dream, and I'm lucid.

Me, being the man I am, combined with the fact that I had an axe in my hands, I did what any man would do, and just started smashing everything I could with the axe. People started chasing me, trying to subdue me, A) because I was smashing their stuff, and B) because I probably looked like a raving lunatic swinging the axe around. I made sure the blade of the axe was dull, so it just bludgeoned the people. I didn't really want blood flying all over the place.

One of the people was an attractive woman, mid twenties. She said she was a master in 3 forms of martial arts and that I could hit her in the arms all she wants, but I wouldn't hurt her, because she could block out any pain that was dealt to her arms. So I swing the axe and hit her hand. She then says, "Nevermind, I guess I'm not drunk enough to not feel anything yet.... Ouch." I laugh and run off.

One time they almost get me pulled down to the ground. I start losing Lucidity here, but then it snaps back and I summon a Fire Extinguisher, and put my axe through it. In the confusion I run off and leave them.

Then I ran into some kid who I had let borrow my Dallas Cowboys Starter Jacket. He says he's sorry he hadn't given it back yet, and was about to take it off, but I say "No need.... I kill things now!", wave my axe in the air, and laugh an evil maniacal(sp) laugh. Even though I hadn't killed anything yet, I always wanted a reason to laugh maniacally(sp). Plus I had to come up with something better than "Me Smash!". So I run off again.

This time I run into a port, and it looks like a fleet of "enemy" ships were trying to take the harbor. Who the "enemy" is, I have no clue. I didn't even know we were at war. But they're the bad guys, so I rush in to help. This is where I lose all Lucidity.

They have a bunch of little, ten man, boats, all long and skinny. But no one was on top, they were all below deck. So I jump up on top of one of the ships and intend to kill the first guy that pops out. Then I remember that I only have an axe, and they probably all have guns.... and then I trip and fall on my face. Of course they opened the hatch and popped out, right at the same moment. Crap. So I roll off the ship and into the water as fast as I can, in order to avoid a barrage of bullets.

I swim around for a little while until I'm sure they aren't looking. Then I go back and try it again. This time, on another ship, they pop out before I could even get on the ship. So I say screw it and swim around.

I see the old lady from the movie Grandma's Boy, the slutty one, standing in the water in a bathing suit. I tell her that her friend (the guy from Grandma's Boy) says "What's Up".

Influences: Grandma's Boy <--> Just seen it the other day