Thread: kick out the dreams

I was standing outside one of my childhood homes (house on Knob Creek). It seemed to be very late at night because I saw no other signs of anyone. It was also lightly raining. I began walking down the street towards my high school. I felt very lonely and heartbroken (wow, dreams are so real!). I passed several familiar landmarks like Snow Memorial Baptist Church and the gas station where I used to buy Mountain Dew slushies back in high school. I walked about two miles until I reached the street that led to my high school, where my old church was located.

I guess I was headed towards the school, but as I passed my old church I heard someone calling my name. It was a woman's voice and she was on top of the hill next to the church. I approached her and saw that she was a petite brunette in her early twenties. She looked a lot like a girl that I used to hang out with named Becky, but there were enough differences in her appearance that I didn't think it was Becky. She seemed very excited to see me and she was acting like she knew me well. I didn't know this girls name so I just played along the best I could like I knew who she was and she seemed to buy it. She asked me if I wanted to go inside her apartment and I said "Sure, I'm not doing much."

Her apartment was sort of a garage thing that was next to the old church. In real life this garage apartment does not exist there. I went inside and saw that it was fairly messy, with clothes strewn about. "Maybe this is Becky," I thought. There was a bunkbed in one corner and a kitchenette on one side of the apartment. Becky and I talked for a few minutes and I could tell from the way that she was looking at me that she wanted to get intimate. I kissed her smoothly and then we proceeded to both climb onto her bunkbed. We continued to kiss and hold one another with myself on top. I started to take her clothes off and I noticed that she was a bit more shapely than the Becky I know in real life. This turned me on quite a bit but for some reason I couldn't get myself as aroused as I would have liked. Becky was definitely ready to "get busy" so I began to feel troubled that I couldn't "rise to the occasion." I suddenly remembered that I had a large stash of Viagra pills back at the house (!?!?!?) and I started trying to think of an excuse to go get them so I could come back and have sex with this girl. "Listen, Becky," I began. "I really need to go take care of something at home but I'll be RIGHT BACK I promise." She seemed very disappointed by this and I could tell that this little plan was not going to work. I looked down at her hot body and I just wanted to kick my own ass for not being ready for this moment. Around that time we heard people yelling outside the apartment.

I raised my head and looked out the window by her bed. There were about four or five people out there, male and female, and they were yelling for Becky. "I think your friends are here," I said. Becky quickly jumped off the bed and started to panic a bit. "You need to hide," she spouted. I wondered why I would need to hide from her friends, who all appeared to be around the same age as Becky. Becky opened her closet door and pointed to the flimsy shelf near the top of the closet. "Hide up there!" she said. I looked up there and noticed that there was already all kinds of junk on the shelf and there was no way that the thing could support my weight anyways. "I can't get up there," I laughed. "I'll just go out the back." As I slipped out the back I could hear her talking to her friends. I just kept walking but I'm not sure where I went.

This is another dream that I had this morning around 5 AM but I didn't have time to write it. I'm wondering when my REM cycles are occurring because the timing seems to be off a little bit. I went to bed last night at 11:30 and woke up from the first dream about Becky at 3:30 AM. I woke up from this dream around 5 AM or so. Hmm doesn't seem to add up right?

In this dream I was visiting New York City with some friends. I have never been there in waking life although my dream representation of the city was pretty convincing. There was constant activity and I could feel an energy current in the city that was highly animated as there were people and sounds everywhere. I don't remember the beginning of the dream very well but I seemed to be visiting with a group of friends. One of the friends was real, my buddy San Juan, but the others seemed to be imaginary. One of them was very tall, bald, and bulky. He looked a bit like Vin Diesel. I think San Juan had an apartment there because I remember hanging out outside of the doorstep as people were walking by at night. San Juan and my other friends said that they were going to get some food and I said that I would just chill outside the apartment. Strangely, he had an old television set on roller wheels outside on the sidewalk. There was an X-Box 360 hooked up to the t.v. and I was playing Grand Theft Auto 4 while people walked past. Grand Theft Auto 4 actually takes place in a fascimile of New York.

After a while I decided to roll the television set down the street. By this point it had become daylight and it seemed to be about noon. I awkwardly rolled the t.v. to a street with no cars but a lot of pedestrian traffic. I was still playing GTA 4 and I noticed that some people had begun watching me play because I am very good at that game. I tried to play really well in order to show off. I noticed that on the game I was playing as a hooker and my hooker character was riding a pony around New York City and jumping over cars. You can't actually play as a hooker or ride a pony in the real game. (LOL!)

Three Puerto Rican guys eventually came up and hung out for a minute, watching me play the game. One of them, a stocky bald dude, asked me what my name was. I told him my name was Jimbo and he said "Me too. They call me Jimbo Chino, my name's James Chino." I talked with these guys for a few more minutes and they eventually took their leave. I then looked down at the television set to discover that these Puerto Rican guys had stolen the X-Box 360. I knew I had to get it back because it belonged to my friend San Juan so I started to roll the t.v. down the street in the direction that the guys had gone. I quickly caught up to them because they didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. "Hey guys," I said calmly as they turned to meet me. "I don't mean to be a dick or anything guys but I'm gonna need to get that X-Box back because it belongs to my friend. "Whatever man," James Chino said as he handed it back to me. I was really surprised that the exchange went so well. I then proceeded to roll the television with the X-Box back to San Juan's apartment.

I've never really had a nightmare that I can remember, but sometimes I do have dreams that are highly bizarre and somewhat perverse in a creepy way. This was . . . uh . . . one of those. When I awoke from it in the middle of the night I felt very bothered but later on in the morning I thought it was sort of funny.

In this dream I was sitting on a small, old style sofa with curved, wooden legs. I was in the living room of an old house. The only other thing in the room was an old television set that looked like it was from the 1950s or '60s. The television was about eight feet in front of the sofa. There were hard wood floors and inside the house was very dark. The place seemed familiar to me; maybe it was the home of a childhood friend, I'm not sure. I was watching t.v. and there was a woman moving about the house, possibly taking care of household chores. She resembled a younger version of my great grandmother, who died about five years ago. My great grandmother died at the age of 95, but this woman was in her fifties and her hair was dark. She was wearing a dress slip, as was more common decades ago.

Although the styles present in the house were representative of the 50s or 60s, the movie I was watching on the television set was in color. It was extremely weird. It depicted a woman that looked very much like Jennifer Lopez, who was strapped down to a table while scary Nazi doctors performed experiments on her body. At one point they removed sillicon implants from her breasts and then inserted the implants into her stomach cavity. After they did this they resuscitated her from the surgery. Her eyes were wide and she looked around with fear before belching loudly.

The woman that looked like my great grandmother happened to walk by during this scene and she saw the strange events on the screen. She sat down on the sofa and turned to look at me, saying something along the lines of, "You know you shouldn't watch things like this before going to bed." It was at this point that I thought to myself, "This woman isn't my great grandmother." There was something about the way she looked at me, the dark shadows of the room, and the fact that she was basically in her underwear that really unnerved me. I don't remember anything else.

Sometimes I don't have dreams that are visual so much as I do audio dreams that are basically songs that play in my head the entire night. Last night I heard "Preacher Man" by BLO over and over and over the entire night. I guess it was in my head when I went to bed and when I woke up it was still there. I could also hear the song during dreaming the entire night, particularly the guitar solo! It's so trippy. If you've never heard the song then check it on YouTube.

WOW! I just had one of the most powerful dreams that I can remember having in a very long time. Last night before going to bed around 11:45 or midnight, I read something in a book that said to pay attention to those dreams that wake you up between 3:30 AM and 5:30 AM because that's when most of the people around you are asleep and these dreams may be more psychically charged. I'm not sure if I fully believe that but I'd like to. I just woke at at 4:40 AM from a dream that was so real and so full of genuine feeling and emotion that when I was trying to record the fragments in my tape recorder just now, I broke down into tears. Most of my dreams contain bizarre elements that indicate that it couldn't be reality, but this one felt totally real! I've also heard some people say that some dreams are windows into alternate lives or alternate realities, and this dream definitely felt like that, although at times it played out like a movie. Well, here it is.

In this dream I was a patient at a mental institution during the 1960s or 1970s, judging from the clothing styles I saw and the interior decorating of some rooms in the building. It is hard from me to put together the sequence of events exactly because I was heavily drugged on psych medications. I know that I was interned in this place for years, at least two and a half years or more. All of the patients, including myself, were young people in their twenties, both male and female although I am the only male patient that I remember seeing.

One thing that I remember best is my escape attempt. I had somehow stolen a doctor's coat and made it outside of the building. It was a very cold night, possibly snowing lightly. The first thing I remember from the escape was walking through the front lawn of the main building towards the road, wearing my doctor's coat and feeling paranoid but alert. I could suddenly hear or see security guards ahead of me on the road and they seemed to be approaching so I quickly made a left towards some pine trees to try to lose them. Now I was on the right side of the large, brick building. I was walking along briskly when seemingly out of nowhere there appeared a young, caucasian orderly who was either outside smoking a cigarette or takinging the trash out (or both). I kept walking, thinking that my doctor disguise would work, but he noticed that something was wrong in my appearance, perhaps I didn't have an identification card hanging from my jacket, so he alerted nearby security forces and I was captured.

The next thing I remember is being reprocessed in Administration after being caught from my escape attempt. There was a very tender, sweet girl that worked in Admin and it seemed like she was a friend to myself and many of the other patients there. This girl was in her early twenties and had light, orange hair that was almost a strawberry color. She had a round, cherubic face and her complexion was very pale. During this time when I was being processed I got up and went into one of the adjacent rooms in Admin, which I think I wasn't supposed to do. In this room I saw many clothing outfits hanging on a rack. On each outfit was a small tag that had written on it the name of one of my fellow patients. I could tell that this girl who worked in Admin had put together an outfit for every patient, based on what she percieved our personalities to be. Maybe she intended to give us each our outfit upon release from the place. This is how I know this was decades ago because all of the outfits were definitely of a vintage style to me, although in the dream they looked new and in the dream they styles were contemporary to me. The fact that this girl had gone to all of this trouble came across as the most thoughtful and sweet thing to me. She had obviously put an enormous amount of time into putting together each outfit, and like I said, all of the clothes were reflective of the individual personality of the patient.

I timidly asked this young woman if she had made an outfit for me, and tears seemed to well-up in her eyes. "Of course I did," she said. She motioned to a rack where I saw a blue, cordorouy suit hanging. It had a vest included and on the jacket there was pinned a sparkling, white ribbon. She asked me if I liked it and I replied that in real life I had never worn anything nearly that cool. This made her cry a little bit more although she was smiling sincerely. "Really?" she asked. "Are you serious?" I said "of course" and we both broke down in tears. I could tell that I had a deep, caring relationship with this girl and I suspect that everyone in the mental institution loved her.

I remember another point when a friend of mine was getting released from the institution. She was tall, skinny, and blonde and I remember that she had been there for two and a half years which is how I figure that I was there even longer than 2.5 years. As she was being released, I was seeing her off along with another girl in her twenties that worked there. This girl was short and had brown hair and I had an enormous crush on her. She looked a lot like a girl that I saw in a Youtube video a few weeks ago. We exchanged hugs with the blonde girl and all three of us were in tears but we were so happy that she was finally getting her freedom.

The weirdest and coolest part of the dream involved me being heavily drugged and observed. This may have occurred after my escape attempt. I was in a room with many beds and the beds were all full of patients like me who had been heavily drugged in order to keep them under control. I was basically in a drug-induced stupor for days at a time here. I remember waking up at various times and seeing the brunette that I had a crush on in the room observing us. Sometimes I would have fits where I would flail my arms and legs and scream. During one of these fits, I began screaming "IT'S A DREAM!!! IT'S A DREAM!!! NONE OF THIS IS REAL!!! LET ME OUT!!!" The brunette was there along with several other orderlies and she looked very worried for me. I knew she was there while I was having this fit and I think I embellished a bit in order to try and get more attention from her. I find it very eerie that I was yelling about being in a dream. Maybe my consciousness was attempting to achieve lucidity, or maybe I was just a crazy dude screaming in a loony bin.

There is a part of me that believes this all took place in England, although I can't exactly remember the accents I was hearing from everyone. There's a lot I can't remember from this dream because, like I said, I was heavily drugged in the context of the dream. The whole feel of the dream was like a Nick Drake song to me, so that's why I sort of get the feeling that I could have been in England. After waking up from this dream and recording the fragments in my tape recorder, I looked outside the window here at my brother's house and I saw a black cat crossing the street. As I stared at it, it turned around and looked back at me. Very, very weird night tonight . . . but I like it. I'm going to try to go back to sleep now. I've been up for an hour recording this.

This is an epic dream that I had this morning that deals with crappy locations, drug deals, evading the law, and people from my past that I barely knew that all need free rides from me, apparently. When it started out I was working in a really old, shitty restaurant that desperately needed a rennovation. I couldn't really tell what kind of restaurant it was, even though I worked in the kitchen along with a guy named Tim who was in the Navy with me about eight or nine years ago. Everything in the place seemed to be of a pale gray or brown color, with peeling paint and faded wallpaper everywhere. There was hardly anyone in the place but I was busily running around trying to close the place down because it was around 10 PM. Right as we were about to close, in typical asshole fashion, a bunch of customers suddenly came in. However, instead of coming through the front door of the place, these teenagers (mostly girls) came in through the back door and walked through the kitchen. I thought this was uncalled for but I didn't even bother to call them out on it because I was so ready to leave. I guess I decided to leave anyways because I started to make my way out the front door. Tim needed a ride (this guy used to bum rides all the time in real life) so we left, waving to the manager as we did. He waved back and said bye, which led me to believe that I had worked there for a while and established some trust since I was allowed to just leave whenever I felt like it.

As I was driving Tim home I realized how far he lived from me and this kind of annoyed me. The next thing I knew I was at Tim's apartment which was also in kind of a crappy place. It was a really old building that seemed to be rotting away. We ran into another casual friend from my past while at the apartment building. We used to call him Alan the Soccer Hooligan. Alan said that he too needed a ride so I agreed. Tim said something about going inside to smoke some pot so we agreed to do that first before I took Alan home. We go inside Tim's apartment and it looks sort of like a crackhouse. There are people everywhere smoking joints and doing other drugs, most of them were girls in their twenties. It turns out that two of Tim's roommates were these two girls that I used to work with named April and Misty. They are both what you might consider to be trashy chicks. Alan asked them to sell him some pot so Misty agreed. I don't think Misty is her real name but it's been so long since I've seen her that I can't really remember her name very well.

Misty started bagging up Alan's pot and she also broke out some cocaine and asked if we wanted to do a line. Alan declined and so did April because she was pregnant (the last time I saw her in real life she was pregnant). I told her that I wanted to do just one line of coke and she handed me a large house key with about a quarter of a line on it, but she was so fucked up that she spilled a lot of it and all I got was a little pinch. I just proceeded to rub the tiny amount of cocaine into my gums. While I was doing this I noticed that there were even more people outside on some sort of balcony. They were all partying their asses off. Alan was making jokes and everyone was laughing although I felt very uncomfortable because I percieved a strong heir of underlying misery in this place.

Misty gave Alan a small bag of weed and Alan and I decided to head out of there. We began making our rounds at the party, saying goodbye to everyone. We went out onto the crowded balcony to say goodbye to the people there and I was surprised to see that there were a bunch of old white men out there hanging out with young college-aged girls. Everyone out there basically ignored me. As Alan and I were walking out of the apartment, I noticed a cute brunette who couldn't have been older than twenty, sitting on a stained mattress. She was obviously super high on coke and she was just sitting there laughing maniacally. As I opened the apartment door to leave, a group of sinister looking black guys walked past in the hallway and it startled me a bit. I suddenly had a fear that they would bust in and rob everyone. Kind of racist, I know. As Alan and I were leaving the apartment building, the small amount of cocaine that I rubbed into my gums suddenly kicked in and I started to fill a bit jumpy and nervous. Alan and I kept talking and joking.

For some reason I agreed to drive Alan to a shitty old mall that was in the next town over. The dream narrative convienently skipped to the point when we were already at the mall. The mall, like all other places in this dream, was pretty run-down and in desperate need of a rennovation. While there we met another friend of mine, San Juan. We all walked around the mall for a while, talking and joking. As we were beginning to make our way out, Alan mentioned my generally weird behavior and how I can sometimes be too nice to people. He tried to word it in a way that wasn't offensive. Then he quickly changed the subject and asked me if there was anyone I knew that worked harder than I do. I said that there most definitely was. "Who definitely doesn't?" he asked. "Well I would say Matt," I replied. "It's not that I don't like Matt but when I work with him I have to work way harder to compensate for his laziness." Both of these guys agreed with me even though we didn't work at the same place and they don't even know this guy Matt.

When we were almost out of the mall Alan mentioned about how he thinks he got ripped off by those trashy girls who sold him the pot. He said that he paid $75 for two "lids" of middies (mid-grade pot). I thought this was strange because people haven't said "lids" to refer to pot since the 1970's as far as I know. I asked to see what he had recieved and he whipped out a plastic bag of pot and then THREW IT ON THE FLOOR OF THE MALL for me to pick up, apparently. I quickly scooped up the bag and then nervously glanced around to see if any of the passerbys had noticed. I saw a female security guard walking away in the opposite direction so I thought I was safe. When I turned my head again I was confronted with another female security guard, an African-American lady in her fifties, and she was confronting me about the baggy that I had picked up. Alan and San Juan pretended to not even know me. Alan walked into the nearest clothing store and began perusing a rack of clothes. I did the first thing that popped into my head, I bolted outside of the mall. The final stretch before the exit seemed to take forever to run down but I managed to lose the female security guard.

Once I was outside of the mall I hid in the dark parking lot and waited for Alan and San Juan to turn up. I watched various people exit the mall. It seemed to take forever for those guys to appear and when they finally did they were walking so damn slow. I was about to call out for them but suddenly there were three black guys around me that looked a lot like the sinister-looking group from the apartment building. They told me to empty my pockets - I was being mugged! They said they were from the FBI even though they obviously weren't. I wasn't about to let this happen after the night that I had experienced so I proceeded to beat the hell out of these guys. I can't remember exactly what I did to them but I left them in a bloody pile in the parking lot. I met Alan and San Juan back at my car which had suddenly transformed into an older car that I had years ago - an orange 1974 Volkswagen Beetle. We all had a hard time fitting inside of the Beetle because it was so small and the seat wouldn't bend forward properly.

Once inside the Beetle I was definitely ready to get the hell out of there. By this time it was daylight so I guess our adventures had spanned the entire night. I had to ask Alan and San Juan directions to get back to the highway because I wasn't used to going to this shitty out-of-town shopping mall. The AM radio was playing oldies and San Juan kept repeating "just turn on the road over by Captain D's restaurant." I didn't see any Captain D's and I was having a tremendously hard time steering the Beetle. I could barely keep the thing on the road and I kept driving across the median through the grass. The last thing I remember is being parked beside a billboard while San Juan kept repeating "just go down that road that's by Captain D's!"

Well I haven't smoked any marijuana for about three weeks because I moved to another state and I don't know anyone here. I had a chance to buy some and I didn't because I really want to have at least ONE LUCID dream before the summer is over. I have to admit that I am a little bit discouraged that it hasn't already happened although my dream recall is steadily improving so I guess I need to just remain consistent. This next dream I had this morning and I've already forgotten some details. I have a tape recorder beside my bed and I usually use that to record dreams before putting them on here but this morning I thought to myself "this dream is too stupid even for MY dream journal." Now I'm thinking that it's kind of funny so here it is . . .

I was back in college again although I was attending a made-up dream college that I am not familiar with in real life. There was a big rock concert taking place on campus. It was sort of a '90s alternative rock revival concert so of course I had to be there. I went there with my large tattoed friend Bryan who in real life doesn't care for live music because it hurts his sensitive ears and I think he hates crowds. The concert was taking place in an auditorium and everyone was seated on cheap, metal folding chairs. Bryan and I were seated about five rows back from the stage. The first band to play was Collective Soul and in the dream I was a much bigger fan than I am in real life. I remember liking them quite a bit in high school but in this dream I was loving the set they were playing. When they started playing "Shine," which was by far their biggest hit in the '90s, the lead singer got down from the stage and started going through the crowd giving high-fives while he sang "Ooooohhhh, heaven let your light shine down!!" You remember that song, don't you? Anyways, he got to the row in front of us and I suddenly felt an intense urge to give this guy a high-five. I reached out for his hand and he reached out for mine but we couldn't quite make the connection. He started heading back to the stage as he still sang the song and he gave me a little salute as a consolation prize. I guess in real life I probably wouldn't give a shit about high-fiving the dude from Collective Soul but hey whatever.

I knew that one of my favorite bands from the '90s, The Stone Temple Pilots, would be playing soon but for some reason I really needed to go to my ex-girlfriends' apartment which was there on campus. I went to her apartment, which was pretty much like it really is, except when I got there everything was moved out. "Oh yeah I guess she told me she was moving," I thought to myself. In real life I am not really on speaking terms with this girl. I couldn't remember why I had come to her apartment. I just stood around for a few minutes, thinking that I should get back to the concert so I didn't miss STP, but then I decided since I was alone that I would take a minute to rub one out. That is to say that I decided to masturbate in the empty apartment for some weird reason. Before doing this, I went all the way around the empty apartment and closed all of the window shades and blinds so no one in the surrounding buildings could look inside and see me whacking off. I finally accomplished this and then whipped out my junk and started going at it. I had been stroking it for about two minutes when suddenly someone burst into the apartment. It was one of my ex's roommates along with her boyfriend. They were just made-up dream characters because in real life she had different roomies. Luckily, they didn't see me doing my thing, so I grabbed a towel that was conveniently laying there, and I proceeded to say, "Oh hey guys I was just using the shower because mine is broken. I hope that's cool." I worried about how my hair was completely dry and I probably had a guilty-sounding tone to my voice. "Yeah, um, that's fine," said the roommate and she proceeded to go about her business with her boyfriend.

By now I decided that I definitely needed to get back to the concert so the dream magically skipped me back there. I went directly to the bar and ordered a beer. There wasn't a band on stage so I asked "Hey where's STP?" Some random guy said "they just finished their set." "FUCKING SHIT," I thought. I couldn't believe I missed them. I went back to my seat where Bryan was still sitting and he reiterated that I had missed STP. "Who's next?" I asked. He responded that Collective Soul was going to play AGAIN because there weren't any other bands for the '90s alternative reunion.

The dream then skipped again to sometime the next day and I was in a convenience store somewhere waiting in line to buy a drink. The guy in front of me was talking to the clerk about the '90s alternative reunion concert. The clerk asked how it was and the guy responded with "It was alright but Collective Soul sucked!" I didn't really agree but I decided to not even voice my opinion about it.

So close. Do a reality check, mutha-fucka!

I had this dream pretty close after going to bed. Maybe it was during the first REM period. I was hanging out at someone's house, not sure who it was, and we were sitting outside around the fire pit although there wasn't any fire going. I think I may have been holding a beer too. My friend Corey and his wife Ashley pulled up in their Suzuki and they got out and greeted us. Ashley seemed to be in a really good mood and in greeting me and my unknown dream character friend, she grabbed us both on our legs around the knee. I was surprised by this because she usually is a lot more shy and reserved. I sat there with these friends for a minute, just talking, and then I woke up from the dream.

That is to say that I THOUGHT I woke up. It was actually a false awakening, but a pretty realistic one. I couldn't see very well at all but I just attributed that to being really, really tired. I reached beside me to the nightstand and grabbed my tape recorder so I could record notes on the dream. I pushed the RECORD button but the little red light on the tape recorder did not come on. I then pressed PLAY on the recorder, and I could hear my voice like usual, but instead of describing a past dream I heard my voice screaming in terror. I was frantically describing something and I sounded scared out of my mind. I don't remember what was said except something about "THERE'S SIX OF THEM COMING AT ME!!!" I rewinded the tape a bit and tried to press RECORD but the red light still did not come on. I pressed PLAY again and there was just more screaming. I did this a couple more times before giving up. I thought to myself "I should do a reality check in case this is a dream," but I foolishly dismissed the idea.

I noticed that I was oriented strangely upon the bed, like I had changed sleeping positions completely during the night. Like I said, it was dark and I felt very tired so I couldn't see well at all. I could also hear my two-year-old nephew and my sister-in-law in another room so I thought that it was morning and almost time to get up, even though it was completely dark outside. When I woke up (in real life) it was only about two or three AM.

I was in an enormous castle that was supposedly haunted. However, it wasn't the average haunted castle scene because it was a sunny day outside and all of the interior of the castle was clean, white marble. I was trying to find two friends of mine, Brent and Doyle, who were also lost somewhere inside of the castle. I was also purposefully trying to find evidence of paranormal activity within the castle. I wandered through many large hallways and rooms with enormous, vaulted ceilings, until I finally came to one huge empty place were I heard the barking of a dog, although it was more like the yapping of a small terrier. I somehow knew that this was the ghost of a small, Scottish terrier, and I spent several minutes going around the huge room, trying to pinpoint the source of the yapping ghost dog. I eventually left this room and continued the search of the castle. While I was walking around, the song "Halloween" by The Method Actors was playing.

At some point I encountered another ghost. It was the ghost of my Aunt Jean, who isn't even dead in real life. My Aunt Jean is normally very calm and cool but in this dream her ghost was completely bonkers. She appeared to be completely materialized, unlike the unseen ghost terrier, but her eyes were really bugged out and she just looked really wacky, almost cartoonish. She was buzzing around the hallway like a bee and had a very immature aspect to her, almost like a little girl. I started to get really creeped out so I said in a nurturing voice, "Hey why don't we go outside into the courtyard?" The ghost of Aunt Jean actually followed me outside and around this time my friends Brent and Doyle showed up along with a skinny blonde chick that was about our age. I think she was also hunting ghosts. I could tell that my friends were unaware that my Aunt Jean was a ghost since she didn't particularly look like one, so I kept trying to inform them without Aunt Jean being aware. I guess I didn't want her to know that she was dead. Every time Aunt Jean would turn her back I would point to her and silently try to cue my friends that this was a ghost we were seeing. My friends didn't seem to notice my indications and meanwhile Aunt Jean became more and more frenzied while this SICK music began playing. It was really fast piano music that just got faster and faster the more the ghost jumped around. My friends just seemed to be entertained by all this.