Thread: Maestro's Dream Journal

Friday, May 16, 2008 - Crush on a girl, and an Indian burial-ground.

The dream starts off at the school parking lot. There are a lot of people from my school on one side of the lot, sitting in the backs of trucks and leaning against cars and so forth, but I am just hanging out with one friend I know well, named Jake.

On the other side of the parking lot is some other school. I can't remember the name, and I don't think it actually exists. Muddle, Muttle, Miffle? It was named something with an M like that.

I see this beautiful girl sitting on the back of a car. The car has a truck-bed for some reason. It's weird and physics-defying. She has long brown hair that almost reaches her waist, and she's wearing jeans with her feet crossed. She has her hands in her lap, clasped together. She's looking off into the distance, as if she is off in her own world.

I go over to talk to her, and we have a conversation. She laughs a lot and I develop a dream-crush on her. We do things together for the next few days, and I add her on Facebook. Then, one day, as I am walking over to the car she sits at, I notice my friend Jake walks as well. He has a rose in his hand. I asked him for whom he got a rose, and he points at her.

At that point she did not know of my dream-crush, and I assume thought we were just friends. Anyway, I gave up on her at that moment. It was weird; right after I decided to give up, she turned into some asian girl with long black hair, who wasn't all that pretty.

So, the dream progresses and somehow I get to the edge of this old sawmill my mom used to work at. I'm standing on a huge hill on the edge of the mill, and, across a small valley below, I can see another huge hill, just enough shorter than the one I'm standing on to give me a good view of the entire summit. This hill I'm looking into doesn't exist in real life.

The hill I'm looking at has a mystical aura about it, and I want to go to it. It brings back a lot of dream memories, as if I'd seen it many times before, and knew a lot about it, but never actually set foot on it. It's a Native American burial-ground, twenty or thirty thousand years old. There are large stones set in weird formations on the top of the hill. I want to feel my skin on them, to see what kind of spiritual energy they have to offer. Some have carvings in them, others don't. It is known that Indians, from the same tribe of twenty-thousand or so years ago, still roam the lands around this hill of theirs.

I come back to this hill every day for about a week. One time while walking through a forest to get to my hill to look down at the Indian hill I hear rustling in the foliage far away. It gets closer. Suddenly, two Indians jump into a small clearing between three or four trees, look around, and dart off again. I think I saw a small, brown animal in the clearing right before they appeared in it. They must have been hunting. So, I go back to look at the Indian hill again, and as I am, I wake up.

It was an interesting dream. Had a lot of emotions everyone loves to feel, like having a crush on someone and dealing with something mysteriously mystic or esoteric. It was first person most of the time, but one or two times I was looking down at the Indian hill I would switch to third-person for a moment.

Sorry about not posting for a while. Going to get back into the habit.

Thursday, May 29, 2008 - Waking up and walking to Gamestop.

This was just a short dream I had while sleeping for about an hour today, on the stairs. The dream started with me leaving some house, in the dream it was my house but it's not really. It was very misty, foggy and cool outside. I walked over the black pavement for a while until I heard someone saying something, so I turned back to the house, and it was my little brother/my mom. They were kind of mixed into one person.

Anyway, they told me something, I said okay, and then I kept walking. Don't know where I was going. I then see this man and his three children on a four-wheeler type golf-cart thing, all dressed up in hunting gear and camouflage, ride by. I jump down onto my stomach, as if I'm about to be sniped, but then I wave, as if this maneuver was perfectly normal. He just looks at me, and doesn't wave back.

So I get up, and start walking to my left. There's this long strip-mall, and at the end I can see a Gamestop. I decide to go in, so I begin walking there. I hear a car coming, so I turn to look, and it's some guys carrying a soda-machine to a wall to sit it down and fill it with sodas for one of the stores. It looked like it would fit in Gamestop pretty well.

I meet my friend Cody. I don't know where he's going, but I sort of wish it was just me there, but I'll deal with it. We walk some more, and then I wake up.