Dream Master's dream journal
I've been keeping a "regular" dream journal since '05 and decided to just import all the dreams I've written out to this thread.
*AN IMPORTANT NOTE ABOUT MY DREAMS*
My dreams can get very graphic, sexual and deal with subject matter some people may find offensive, angering and profoundly disturbing to read. Please keep this in mind while reading, and further keep in mind that these are the dreams of someone who has a lot of pent up issues.
Here’s some dreams I remember pretty well, but don’t have the dates for:
In one dream I had, I was some superman type hero. I went to attend a special dinner in my honor and the dinner was being presented by all these different alien creatures. We were all sitting at a huge banquet table, and one of the aliens got up to give a toast to me. My superhero sense must have kicked in, because I was overwhelmed with the feeling that they were about to try and kill me. So I got up from the table and took off flying (the whole thing took place outdoors. And I think I was on an alien planet. The table was in a well groomed grassy field). As I began to lift off, one of the aliens tried to stop me by grabbing one of my legs. To the aliens surprise, my leg just began to stretch and stretch as I flew higher in the air. I looked down and saw the alien holding my leg, when suddenly it snapped off. My leg immediately grew right back and I laughed at the angry alien, who was shaking his fists in fury at my escape.
I had another dream where I had some neat superpowers. I used to remember this one well, but because it was so long ago, I forgot exactly what happened. I was an evil guy with superpowers. I had the power to possess people, and project myself through solid matter by compressing all my molecules together. What I’d do is put my arms up and bent halfway at the elbows. I would then begin to compress all my molecules together. It was sort of like a geyser, where something that wants to come out is stopped up and once it is released, bursts out with great force. Thats what I did with my molecules. They became so compressed that they had to be released. I could control the force and where exactly each molecule went. When I started to feel like I was leaning up against a wall, I knew I was ready to project myself. The molecules erupted faster than light, and were so small and quick that they could penetrate anything. I vaguely remember possessing the body of some guy, but the thing I remember the most was that I used my powers for selfish gain. I broke into a bank. And, using my hyper molecular transportation, I whisked through the bulky safe door. After I collected all the money I could carry, I simply exited the door in the safe. The door had a green exit sign above it, which was extremely dumb and corny....why would a safe have a simple exit door....?
I had some dream recently that I can hardly remember. I have lots of dreams where I have powers of characters in movies like spiderman, superman, T-1000, and wolverine. In this dream I had wolverines metal claws. Usually when I have these dreams, the claws hurt when coming out, and they take a long time, and some don’t even come out all the way. Other times they are all out, but it hurts to try and slash stuff. This dream it was just like I had his claws for real. I was slashing stuff up with no problems. It was pretty fun.
This is a dream I remember well, but don't know the date:
Stephen King had had a house built for Mel Brooks. And of course, since Stephen King had drawn up the building plans and paid to have it built with his own money, the house was inherently evil. The dream was like a movie, following a group of I think four or five people. The house was set up really weird. More like a contemporary church interior than an actual house. There were large, carpeted hallways and big windows (it was night outside). And there were fluorescent lights. Not all the house was like this, just one part of it. I can’t really remember what the rest of it looked like. The parts I can remember the best are: A woman was walking down some old stone steps into a cellar, or just a downstairs area of the house. It was all dark and she was calling for someone. The closer she got to the bottom of the stairs, the more scared she got. She knew something bad was down there, and her primal instinct of fear was beginning to take over. She was almost to the bottom when she could begin to see some of the stuff that was down there. One thing (I can’t remember what else) she saw was a life-size stone lion. It was strangely carved and the eyes were hollowed out. They were just shallow indents. When she saw the lion she decided she’d had enough and quickly turned around and began to run up the stairs. The lion then sprang to life. It leaped from where it sat and pounced on the woman. I think it dragged her down the steps. The lion was holding some stone bat in it’s paw. It was like it was fused onto it. The lion then began to bludgeon the women. The lion took the head of the bat and started to grind the woman’s brains and bits of skull into the cold stone floor. It was horribly brutal and relentless, and the most disturbing thing about it was that the lions face had no expression. Those hollow eyes… It came to me in the dream that the house was alive and was trying to understand death and pain. It had no concept of hate, mercy, good or evil, but because the house was evil it gravitated to evil things like brutal murder. The next thing I remember was the remaining people (I was now one of them) were desperately trying to find an exit out of the house. We came to some giant room that was set up like some stream that one would find outdoors. There was a mock rocky hill and there was a huge stream of what looked like gently flowing water. There were stepping stones that led across the water to a door on the other side of the room. There was three other people besides me, and we all started across the rocks. I was gripped with a terrible fear of the water....It wasn’t really water! I floated up and onto the fake rocky hill and turned around just in time to see the house kill the rest of my group. they were all doing fine, then the water level suddenly rose. The substance we all thought was plain water was really some nefarious substance. Once it came into contact with any part of a person, even their clothes and shoes, it immediately soaked up into them. I saw the people I was with swell up with the liquid and they began to vomit the stuff. It gushed from every orifice. They looked morbidly obese and began to swell more and more until they finally exploded. At this point in the dream, I was probably so scared that I woke up, because that’s all I can remember.
I had some neat science fictiony sort of dream a long time ago.
I was in some huge city that was all self contained. The buildings were all strange looking and crammed real close together. It was a lonely isolated community. There was a law that nobody was allowed to leave the city, or even to try and leave the city. There were penalties, but also, it was believed that even if someone successfully left, that they would still die in the outside world. So nobody even bothered. Everyone had a fine quality of life. Even though there were tons of buildings and the city was immense, there didn’t seem like there were very many people around. I think I was a visitor there and couldn’t remember how I got there, either that or I was a regular citizen with amnesia or something. Anyway, I wanted to get out of the city and see what was beyond it. I wondered how they knew people would die if they left and I wanted to see for myself. I didn’t really believe anything would happen to me. After a short while I found the edge of the city. Everything ...Now that I remember, everything was metal and looked like the holds of a ship. All the buildings were constructed of thin metal and it was all black and rusted. There were pipes of different sorts running everywhere. The “celing” was really tall, like maybe a mile or more. When I got to the edge of the city, there were steel gratings everywhere, and dripping pipes and some releasing steam. Some of the pipes had those yellow and black stripes on them. I came to some steel grated steps which led up to a large, heavy looking door. (Some other people had come with me too) I walked up the steps and to the door, and opened it. Outside I immediately saw the ocean. The entire city was actually a giant ship, a cube afloat in the ocean. It must have spanned hundreds of miles. I looked to the sides and saw the dark rusty metal like on the inside. There was water pouring from valves and stuff. It looked like a spaceship in how much stuff was going on on the outside. I realized there really was no escape. As far as I could see, there was nothing on the horizon but more ocean. As I was taking in the nice ocean air and thinking to myself how beautifully blue the sky looked, a giant sea serpent rose up out of the water. I was terrified and realized that this must be what that people were talking about, when they said you’d die if you left the city. The serpent rose up high in the air and bared its jagged teeth. At this I, and the other people who were with me, turned around and closed the door behind us. We ran down the steps and felt a thunderous jolt from behind us. The sea creature was ramming the structure, trying to catch us! The serpent burst through the metal walls of the city and water began to gush in. It intended to destroy us and the city completely. And at this, I woke up.
A famous old dream (well, famous for my family)
This dream was years and years ago, when I was still a little boy, like 5 years old. In the real world, I remember there was talk about a “wind storm”. There was a lot of wind around, but I don’t think it was serious. This must have inspired the first part of the dream. I used to sleep on a couch in the living room, so the beginning of the dream took place there. The dream happened like this:
I was sleeping on the couch, and woke up (in the dream) to find my family looking out the window at the wind storm. Everything was dark, and the window was much larger than it is in real life. The curtains were opened all the way and I could see a fierce storm raging outside. My family all had their backs to me. They stood motionless and silent. At this point I began to feel weak, and my head felt huge. Like, REALLY big and swollen. Now I was seeing what was going on in a third person point of view. It was so big, that I couldn’t hold the weight on my fragile neck. I weakily fell out of my bed and instead of hitting the floor, I materialized through it. This led into another dream:
It was early in the evening, and I forgot all that had happened before. I walked out from the living room and into the kitchen. Mom was making some food I think, and asked me to get my dad for some reason. I walked over to my parents room to tell my dad what my mom wanted, and turned to see the book case that faced my parents bed. Instead of books, there were tons of stuffed animal Curious George’s lining each shelf of the bookcase (about 4 shelves). There was a faint, unmistakable stink of mildew in the air. Right when I walked in, I could hear them chattering. They said, “brat brat”. They weren’t calling me a brat, but that is the best way to describe the sound that they made. “Brat brat!!!” in high little voices over and over, a terrifying chorus. I was horrified, and woke up.
I had many of these Curious George dreams when I was little. A whole mythos evolved . The bad monkeys lived in my mothers closet, and the good ones lived in my fathers closet. I distinctly remember a “country, or hillbilly curious George” They were all disturbing, but the really bad ones lived in my moms closet. There was always a heavy stink of mildew when the monkeys appeared.
I vaguely remember having sex with one of these monkeys. It was like a real monkey, all hairy and stuff... One dream I can sort of remember was one of the monkeys came out and was starting to menace me. It caused the floor in my parents room to sink down into the ground, and make me slide towards it. I clinged onto my parents bed, but the floor started to slant so steeply that I couldn’t hold on. I woke up at this right away. These monkey dreams were reacurring for a few years in my youth, but stopped years and years ago.
*a note* In reading this again, I remember that I had another curious george dream a week or so ago. It was in the closet of my room this time. I can't remember much about it...
Here's the type of curious george that was in my dreams:
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A dream that illustrates how my dreams are structured and are constantly changing:
The part that I can remember the beginning being is this: I was at [my old church]. I walked into the sanctuary to find a sculpture made entirely out of toilet paper that I (in the dream world) had made. It was very elaborate, and showed the Virgin Mary in an idealistic pose(and a bunch of other saints and things like that. On a further side note, I was raised as a Pentecostal Christian, not a catholic as the sculpture seemed to represent). I thought to myself what a great job I had done and noted how tough toilet paper was to work with as a sculpting medium. I remember something about how my parents wanted me to sit with them, or do something that I didn’t want to do. I slipped out the exit toward the front of the church. This door (in the dream) opened up to the backyard of my house. There were spider webs everywhere! I couldn’t avoid them all, and ended up running through a couple. I ran into the house to get away from them. I, for some reason, walked through the house to the front door. By this time I had forgotten everything that had happened up to this point. Everything that took place up till now happened in bright sunshine. As I exited the house, it was the middle of the night. I walked outside just in time to see KIT, the car from Night Rider zoom by. It had been upgraded for the new millenium, and looked totally different from the 80‘s one. The person driving it (the guy was not Michael Knight) came out and asked if I wanted to go for a ride. And I said, “pffshh! YEAH!!!” then I got in and we drove off, and that was all that I remember.
Date unknown... Probably from '03
I had this really creepy dream one time. There was a bunch of stuff that happened before, but it happened so long ago, I can’t remember what that stuff was. The main part I remember was that I was in some building (sort of like the one in the Stephen King house dream) that was set up like a large church, with lots of long hallways and corridors. It must've been the old church I used to go to in High School. I walked past one hallway that was unnaturally dark. The darkness was all the way up to the edge of the carpet. Although it was pitch-black down that hallway, I could vaguly make out the shape of a figure. A sense of dread came over me, and just as I was about to turn away and run in fright, a scary androgynous voice (it sort of sounded like a woman...with a ghostly tone). I said, “I KNOW.......” and then the figure started to run at me really fast and flail their arms above their head. As the figure ran, it was laughed like a crazy person. Real breathy and fast. I woke myself up by shaking my head.
A somewhat recent dream that also delt with parasites: 03/13/07
Had a real long nightmare last night. I can’t remember what happened in order, so here’s the first things I remember: I was in some bizarre stadium-like structure, in some bleachers. They were pretty flat and didn’t seem to progress upward like normal bleachers do. I was with a group of people, and I remember there was some girls there and a few guys. I was having sex with one of the girls, but just before I was about to blow my load, some guy there blew his all over me!!! It was so gross, and I was covered in his splooge. I started wiping it all off me with some paper towels and it seemed very difficult because there was so much of it. I remember that now I was sitting on a love seat, and there was some chunks of some stuff I had been eating. I was still wiping off all the jizz, when some family came around and saw me wiping the stuff off me. I didn’t want them to know what I was wiping off, so I told them I had spilled what I had been eating all over the place. Now I was holding some plate or bowl of food. Some kind of spare ribs or beef stew. It was everywhere. I was upset with how much I had spilled; there were chunks of meat everywhere. I cleaned up around the area and kept finding more and more beef in the room I was in.
The next thing I remember was something about walking along some boardwalk, with a bunch of buildings everywhere. The boardwalk was like some big maze-like dock (for boats) I got a call on my cell phone from some number I didn’t recognize, so I answered it. It was a woman on the other end, and she was saying something to me that I can’t remember. I said something to her that caused her to put the phone down, and whisper to someone who was there with her. I could hear they were talking about me, in a bad sort of way. I started to get upset at whatever they were saying, and started telling them that I could hear them, and saying some kind of insulting things. Suddenly I started getting worried I was a paranoid schizophrenic. I hung up the phone and started walking to where some crowds of people were. I began to feel like I could read their thoughts, and their thoughts were all against me. I started saying berating things to the people. They all turned and looked at me, staring. Their faces began to become distorted and evil looking, with all black eyes. Their thoughts became more aggressive, until finally one of the people, some guy, stabbed me in the right side of the head with a piece of glass? Some kind of sharp object. I remember his thought before he stabbed me was, “this is going to hurt a lot”.
The next part of the dream I remember is something about people getting some sort of wound somehow. I barely, vaguely remember [my brother] getting it, but more about some guy in the dream. I can’t remember where he got the wound from, but he had it in his neck, at the throat. It was an inch and a half laceration that was not allowed to heal closed, because it constantly exuded some white powder that prevented blood from clotting around it. He was friends with some girl, who he was trying to find out what the would was and where it came from. He was talking on some tv screen, and every word he spoke, the wound on his neck (which was a vertical slit) would mimic the movement of his lips. White powder gently fell from the wound as it did this.
Soon the wound began to grow larger, and fester. The guys face started to swell up and become monstrous. The dream quickly shifted to being something I was watching on t.v. because my mom came in the room. I clammored at the VCR to press stop. She had seen what was on the tv, so I rewound the tape to before the guy started to transform. The dream starts to get confusing from here. It becomes something about three girls, one of the girls being the friend of the guy who became a monster. It turned out that the girl was some parasite queen and was infecting the world. She infected her friends with the parasites, whose point of entry was the powdery slits, like the guy had on his neck. The dream kept going back and forth to someone saving the girl from the parasites, to her having them again. The girl kept swelling up into a horrendous creature and then going back to normal after she was saved from them. I realize now I was having a whole bunch of re-occuring dreams, one right after the other. Finally, the girl was infected again. The parasite slowly took over her brain. Once the parasite was in control, the girl infected her two friends. Once the parasites fully manifested themselves in the other two girls, one of them proclaimed, “all right! Let the fornication and bestiality begin!!” The parasites caused the girls to defile themselves (and perform acts of carnality that was completely uncharacteristic of the girls natural personalities) before they swelled up into monsters. Now I was a part of the dream. I was some guy who was trying to escape the parasite girls. I was in the same room with them, and it was sort of like a loft. One of those buildings where you have to take an elevator to each room.
I somehow got away in the elevator, but was baffled by how it worked. It seemed to be able to move in all directions, so I had a hard time interpreting what the buttons meant. I managed to figure something out and successfully got away. The elevator ride morphed into being an amusement park ride. The dream morphed further into becoming a dream about Disneyland. I had no recollection about escaping parasite monster girls, but knew that I had escaped from something, so I had a strong sense of relief. Disneyland was having some kind of special Egyptian theme, and was set up like a museum... Or maybe it was just some huge gift shop. I remember looking at some display stand with a bunch of figurines on it. I wish I could remember what at least one of them looked like! I just remember they were all fancy and colorful. I walked around the store some more, when I accidentally bumped into some french lady. I think I knocked a few items down from a stand too. I felt so bad, and appologized to the woman profusely. She was very nice and said it was okay. We talked about something I can’t remember, and I followed her and her family out of the store. I said how beautiful I thought Disneyland is, and pointed to some elaborate and giant Winnie the pooh statue. It was made out of feathers and other fanciful stuff.
As I was walking and talking to the people, I suddenly became aware that I couldn’t remember how I got to Disneyland, or how long I had been there. I further realized that I was an extremely far way away from home and had no idea how I would get back. I figured I must have gotten super drunk or something and not remembered the entire trip to Disneyland. I hoped I had taken Greyhound or something, and rifled through my pockets to see if I had a return ticket, only to find the ticket stub for Disneyland, and some miscellanious papers. My brain was so confused, I knew there were two Disney’s in the U.S. but for some reason thought there was one in Oregon. I asked the people I was with which Disneyland I was in, but I can’t remember what they said. I was all upset that I had to go, because I had only remembered riding on three rides. I exited Disney and hitched a ride with some guy. It turned out that he was the guy I had been who escaped the parasite girls in the elevator. He had aquired some special ability to fight the parasites.
I had a dream memory of the parasites, but they were different from last time. I remember staying at some house with the guy who I hitched a ride with. I was trying to sleep, but I was so antsy and extremely paranoid that a parasite creature would come and infect me in the dark. The fear became so strong, I woke the dude up and we headed out. I vaguely remember escaping the house for some reason. Some infected guy was after us. We snuck out of the house, and ran through the backyards of some houses. It was night time. We ran up some embankment to the guys car. We got in, with the infected guy hot on our tail. The bad guy was wearing some striped polo shirt, and looked like he was in his early 20’s. The guy I was with started up the car, and drove off. The guy chasing us picked up speed, and leapt and crashed through the rear window. He acted quickly, grabbing my arm and jabbing his fingernail into it. His nail was like a flat, stubby talon. The parasite immediately entered my arm. It was a giant thing underneath my skin and was surprisingly strong, writhing around underneath the skin of my arm. I tried grabbing it, and I could feel it forcing its way up my arm to get to my brain. The guy I was with used his special ability, and jabbed his finger into where the parasite was writhing. It killed it right away, and green ooze started to come out of the hole where the parasite entered. The bad guy started wrestling with the guy driving, and the good guy somehow managed to attack the bad guy with his anti-parasite fingernail, causing the bad guy to become paralyzed. I kicked him out of the car and we drove off.
Now the dream becomes all jumbled. The parasites were all over the world now. I remember being in some room with the family? One of the parasites, which looked like giant grubs, leapt up at me and tried to get in me. I grabbed it just in time. Its eyes were like that of a fish, and the mouth was split up into four segments. I remember it successfully infected me, and was in my arm again, but this time that guy couldn’t save me. Everything became sort of like a cartoon.
I was now some gangly goofy character. I laid down and could feel the parasite taking over. My spine became very tingly. Now it was like I was watching a show on tv. The person who I had been now got up and ran out of the room like a dog on all fours. He ran outside, and met with everyone else who had been taken over. They were all acting like animals. The only person walking around normal, was some fat wealthy guy. They guy I had been ran up to the fat guy, and was all happy to be with him. The rich fat guy kicked him in the ribs, and he fell into a pile of other people the rich guy had beaten. All the infected people had happy, dumb looks on their faces. The plot now became clear: Rich people were the ones behind the parasites. They wanted them (the parasites ) to infect normal, non-rich people, so they could become their servants, i.e. slaves.
The dream briefly continued on from there, with the parasite infection becoming so horrible, that the entire earth itself started to change. Everything started to become all fleshy and organic, (like the spaceship in that 360 game, Prey). My Mom was there again, and it again turned into like I was watching a video, so I tried to press the stop button. Even though I was watching a movie, we were somehow in the very same strange fleshy room that was being shown on the tv screen. And that’s all I remember.