Thread: Gordon's Realm

Leaning over an end of a bar, facing the view opposite of what the dreamscape showed my subconscience, I was listening in and out of the loud and voluminous verbal air and between my thoughts. Smoke had also filled the air of the dark and low roofed tavern from cigars and cigaretts making a white dim light from the back corner of the right side beam gray and very weak yellow. People where everywhere. Not many had very much room to manage with. Music was not present, just a high babble. Some would leave their group to visit the restroom or the bar tender or just other groups at round tables. Everyone was standing up when I made these observations, looking foward at a sub angle to the floor's darkend green and red carpet. Maybe I was the only one not speaking, but it sure felt like it before the next part of the dream.

A man walked in from the right of the permanent dreamscene, along the imaginary horizontal line laying across the bar. He stopped in soft talking distance at my side and wore a heavy black leather jacket, dark pants, and short buzzed hair. He could stand maybe three inches taller than me as we faced eachother.

As if we had been in business for years he gave an update on some recent marijuana trafficking while casually revealing cash in his wallet he held at chin level. It seemed the object of my interest was a smaller than average gun he had. He showed it and told me it was new and only for his protection, my eyes where fixated on it's glassy side parts while he began explaining it's composition. It was manufactured with a mysteriously rare combination of steel and marble, given its black shiny reflection. Exposed only for a minute he put his wallet and gun back in his pockets. He heard me ask if I could be sold one sometime. He absorbed it for a second and then retorted a comment basically which said I would have to do some long distance traveling since he wasn't willing to come back to this area. He left to the right entry and the dream ended.

There was a parking lot darkened by the late night. Money was scattered around and under cars. I pick them up silently with a little paranoia that someone might catch me. The bills were wet from the past rainy day. I had to stuff them in a pouch that I made from my shirt. And that was the dream.

I dreamed of an old friend. She was accompanying me and other drinkers under one roof before her wedding to come the next day. It was evening. Drinking, friendship, honesty, sweetness, laughter between all and sleep. She was asleep cozy under her white blankets on a generous size bed next to the beds of other sleepers. It was time to answer the door for some reason and this whole picture existed for a night so me and her actually had a great talk. I figure in my dream’s mind that she would have to be as I imagine and she said keys for hours. Strange.
In reflection it’s ironic that the time and place set us very close during a time when she’s going to be closer than ever with another? She shared my dream.

Very strange dream. I was at a concert with a band of big people and my friend Kim. After the concert we watched the sky and a comet came through the Earth’s atmosphere. It landed far off in the distance and made a loud trail of incoming noise. The impact of the comet produced something that can hardly be put into words. We were touched by the blast radiating out from the impact and I think that’s when God told me that it was the Rapture of Jesus Christ, that people by the masses were disappearing. But later on after finding my family I learned that no one, at least no one I knew, had gone away.

I was in a very warm and dimly lit log cabin which would better fit an elf and my actual body size seemed extra huge to the point where I had to bend over at a ninety degree angle to fit in the cabin. Now there were two bean bags one red the other blue. They were fighting like sumo wrestlers. And they kept fighting all the while I was turning small. I was actually shrinking. And I felt within that my guts were getting smaller too. And I just kept getting smaller until I was microscopic! Then I woke up I believe.

I try to steal a juice from a convenience store in a brick mill, but dispatcher Dale knows by camera. He radios in as I touch the exit door. “Kill Gordon” and he mentioned something about cab company regulations and so I pay for the drink. However for some reason the cops met me later and said something about shooting me. I said go ahead sir. The reason why I was running from them was because when I was in a room full of people and sitting on a treasure chest. I happened to spot three pieces of weed bud. Two were nugget size and the other was snake like. We all glared at the discovery and I took one nugget and the snake shaped one. As I was quickly stuffing the long bud in a front pouch an authority figure walked in and caught me then confiscated the long bud. I happened to keep the nugget.

Later the police discovered I had the nugget and I was an emotional suicide machine by then. So when they were going to shoot me I stood in the bullet paths mentioning how I would want it to hit my heart. They aimed for the shoulder and lower leg though. My shoulder caught one on the left and another missed my right leg so I ran in the new pain I was in. Now they were chasing me for the weed and the suicidal tendencies. I found myself examining one of their bullets. It had a cylinder shape with no points on either end. The dream ends.

There’s so much more to the dream’s physical detail and character dialogue but so much of it vanishes when I wake up.

In a lighted hallway having a black tiled floor I was standing, waiting for something when I journal of mine fell to my side and opened. An exposed entry of some sort caught the attention of a young man, probably from high school, who commented on its context. My ears only caught a little of his one minute of words and it instantly prompted me to defend the material. Anger came with my defense but then he spilled coffee over the right page making me furious.

While we stood there I threw a side punch as powerfully as possible to his right face. After he was stunned I took the notebook and walked down the hall to my door and stepped into my apartment. Dimly lit, it had two other people in it. One bulky male sat in a chair opposite the door against the back wall saying nothing observantly. The other person, possibly female, roamed about the kitchen I could see from the entrance to it to the right of the chair. She never came into full view throughout the rest of the episode, in fact it might have been my imagination that she was there.

After closing the door and knowing I didn’t know the sitting house guest, I started searching that living room for something intuitively. Above the long three person couch to the right wall of the kitchen, I found a wrapped item on a shelf. So I took it down casually and put it on either the couch or the coffee table.

To find out, I instantly recognized bags wrapped clearly that could individually fit my palm. They were textured to be mistaken as brown sugar or very dark and fine sand. But I knew the several bunch to be heroin. I began to huff and puff a boiling anger to this sight. Then a fist size block of marijuana was discovered next to them. Never had I expressed greater anger with these things in my apartment. A roaring growl sustained in my throat until I picked up the drugs and put them in the hands of the short bearded, still silent sitter. “Get out!” I said firmly and determined. Out of fear for my life I held my eye contact and he stood up and left casually. I knew major drug dealing was last on my list of occupations because of the deadly risk involved, so I had to make sure there were no exceptions and not a trace of any drug in my place.

Waking up with a sense of achievement and yet also panic, I tried to remember as much as possible. More dialogue took place in the dream but I don’t recall what.

Walking through a clean housing project with light clothing, spring time was well advanced. At medium pace I climbed a slightly steep and green incline in the ground which on top was a two story house of brick. Out of the top left window of it a young female voice was mischievously calling for someone’s attention. So I switched my sight of the grass to her voice and found two eyes met mine.

They were calm and happy but for some reason also restricted from coming down stairs to outside. A taunting giggle and frequent “hello” or something related went through the air that I never stopped to break. After her invitation was declined a few seconds of silence came and I was past that window on my right. Then I heard her say “do you want to (?), I can (?)." Her words became missing soon after the dream, memory is a problem here.

Walking in the nude in a building in Fall River I was wearing a blue flannel coat to help cover my area.

Melissa

I opened a door to a short hall and walked through. I could see a bright sky at the end of its opening. Under the sky was a field with sparse golden weeds so maybe the season was fall. At the end of the hall I discovered the field had a crowd of Korn fans moving to the music. Some of them noticed me by the time I left the tunnel and reached the edge of the crowd. They were head banging to a good song so I fell into it with them.

Then I remembered going on a ride with Ana and asking her for one tip on going to that concert or another. She said not to wear rock clothes and not to have gold coins. Ana was at the house earlier with me and she had two other guests outside. They were sunbathing on her patio in some long chairs. One wore a sand colored bikini and she sat next to the other with a white bikini. I focused on the white bra, the tanned skin of her belly and then her right thigh. While I stared Ana noticed and took my attention away purposely ten or twenty seconds later. Then that’s when we went for a ride in the evening.

At the concert I had just arrived when I began to lunge my body to the beat when suddenly I was laying on the ground being tasered by a guard. The taser twice zapped me but with such low intensity which was enough for me to barely confirm it was electricity immobilizing me on my stomach. I couldn’t see who was there but the second zap reached its peak so I stood up and saw a security guard about my age with light brown hair under the sun and staring a very beautiful face at me. Together we then walked away from the crowd to the hall where I came from and halfway down it I asked her “are there any more tickets for sale?” She told me with sarcasm the answer was no and her voice was even with her face’s beauty. When we reached the door she opened it and looked at me looking at her. Then she looked beyond the door and turned her view then to the end of the hallway listening to the thunder of Korn.

I thought she was going to leave me but something in the air spelled intrigue and she followed after I stepped beyond the doorway into a dim lit room. Behind her she closed the door and guided me to another room. We walked slowly to the dinner room with white walls. She came to a counter and leaned to prop an elbow on top of it, staring at me. Through out our time together I increasingly became conscious of my intuition that revealed her as Melissa from when I was nine in Fox Run apartments. I don’t think she recognized me but this whole experience was turning into a reliving of our kiss in the bathroom.

So we converse while I stood at an end of the center table watching her relaxed against the edge of a counter. Her uniform made her look like a cop. We talked for a few minutes as I realized I was getting no where with her decreasing interest. Our togetherness was at stake. Then she turned and handled something on the counter top, maybe the dishes.While she focused head tilted down I mounted the center table letting no premeditation ruin my spontaneous chain reactions. Behind her back I focused in the dim light in a crouched position and then leaned forward arms straightening out. A left knee propped me while a right foot supported under my arched over hanging back. At the same time the knee and the foot slipped out together off the table, elevation raised me to hover. First a slight imbalance took me down a few inches but I quickly recovered to hover a foot and half above the green table. For a minute she tended to the counter top and I rose above her height and barely touched the ceiling with my back. I moved to the wall opposite of hers and then faced her with my feet ready to push me away. Against the wall I quickly glided under the ceiling to her wall with a thrust. So then I hovered above and in front of her when she looked up. She had said no words, only stared in deep new found interest. She watched me move from one wall to the other like a leaping fly-frog.

Eventually she took her attention away and wandered down another hall, smaller and dimmer, and reached the restroom. I knew somehow from the bathroom she would be able to go home and see her mother. There was a door in the bathroom leading to her place, but I knew it omnisciently.
After a few moments I touched back down to the ground and headed to the bathroom door. Beyond the door I opened she was sitting on the toilet finishing her business. Her pants quickly went up after she stood up in a hurry. Then her mom called for her on the other side and she began to show indecision. Two pictures of her as a baby were handed to me and then her worry turned to the peacefulness. I wondered why I was given these pictures and just stood there half aroused from our time together. I could tell she felt the all important need to see me again before she left. And I guess that was the point, to stop her from losing interest.

Something about a radio frequency acronym spelled IBC. No meaning / explanation found, but on the radio digital tuner, instead of surfing through digits, there were rooms that had views of the front door from a back angle. They were spacious and sunlit to the fullest. Every time a channel was tuned to a different one, each room moved to the side, like a slide show, out of view and another similar room would trail next to the old one to be locked into that “channel.” Each room was slightly different from the next only by paint colors, window size and table/ chair arrangement. Music blasted through the channel surfing.

Night time, probably close to 1 am. I was walking in some town on a street that had trees aligning it on both sides. The street was also lit up by occasional street light. Now I stand still and think “can I fly?” Well it turned out that my right hand controlled elevation and my left hand controlled speed of flight. So I began to “use” my right hand to hover just a couple of feet off of the ground and it worked. Hovering done so simply. After hovering came real flight so I went further up above the canopy of trees, lights and houses. A left hand guided my speed up to fifteen mph through the air. The horizon was clear and beautiful as it glowed a little from the town’s lights. And the flight path seemed to meander in a straight line.

There were countless other flying dreams I've had but I can't quite recall what they were about.

There was an underground chamber that I was floating in. It looked as though the walls and ceiling of it were made of dirt. The smell of dirt was very heavy. While floating and observing the pit of the chamber I saw gravestones that glowed light purple. In fact the glow was bright enough to light the chamber up dimly. Using my left hand to control speed, I hovered above the small cemetery and felt haunted by something that seemed present in the chamber. This place was very spooky. The rest of the dream might have involved me floating a bit more and going to other chambers but I can’t remember doing anything else at this point.

I was in a house with an extremely attractive woman who reminded me of a girl who took the same bus as me during grade school. We talked for a little while and then she went upstairs to the computer room. While I was still downstairs I started to hear her cry. She just kept crying because she saw something on the internet. “What’s the matter?” I said loudly. She came downstairs after crying some more and said to me “if I tell you then you would need a handkerchief too” and she laughed. I felt left out of her life because she wouldn’t tell me what’s wrong. And that’s all I remember.

Ha. Cool.

Originally Posted by gperry

Night time, probably close to 1 am. I was walking in some town on a street that had trees aligning it on both sides. The street was also lit up by occasional street light. Now I stand still and think “can I fly?” Well it turned out that my right hand controlled elevation and my left hand controlled speed of flight. So I began to “use” my right hand to hover just a couple of feet off of the ground and it worked. Hovering done so simply. After hovering came real flight so I went further up above the canopy of trees, lights and houses. A left hand guided my speed up to fifteen mph through the air. The horizon was clear and beautiful as it glowed a little from the town’s lights. And the flight path seemed to meander in a straight line.

Well I was basically at the top of a very tall building probably trying to run away from some bad guys I think. Soon enough I came to the edge of the building and took the dive down. I just let my body free fall. Strong wind was at me back and the speed of my fall made my heart race. Nearing the bottom I felt like I was having a heart attack and then I was lucid. Once I was just a few feet from hitting the ground I woke up into lucidity that lasted only a few seconds before my true awakening. Of course my skin was sweaty and my heart was still pumping at a high rate. However, you know just before I woke up I felt like I was crossing over from life to death.

In the dream I was a lot younger and I was in a house with a scary guy during the night. He kept threatening me for a while. It was like a nightmare. I don’t understand what he wanted or where he came from but he just wouldn’t stop. Later on I must have called the police on him when he wasn’t even in the house anymore. The cop that showed up didn’t even bother to ask for my statement about the death threats. It pissed me off that nothing could be done about it and this is really all my memory has.

There was this place illuminated by a nearing sunset. The place was built of stone and it had Roman architecture. Columns lined the inside of the C-shaped building and in the center of the C was a wading pool that had knee high water which reflected cotton candy colors from the sky. To find out, there were piranhas in the pool. My mother was there being eaten alive by them.

During the night I was listening to a black man who had to be in his sixties. His words gave me the idea that he was a slave to the world. We were at a ramp of cement that dipped into the ocean beyond. He was feeling very tired and worn out it seemed. I felt sorry for him during his speech. And for some reason I’ve been seeing this dream as an omen for years.

Very interesting things in your dreams, and even in areas of brief explanations you seem to be collecting a good amount of imagery within them- can't wait to see more

I especially liked the imagery in "Melissa." Looking forward to reading more.

I was under probably twenty feet of water inside the hull of a shipwreck. There in the rays of seawater sunlight was a treasure chest open with gold inside! There were gold coins the size of my palms. Rings and necklaces were there too. I don’t remember if I tried collecting any of it but I probably did. So I had my cake and ate it too. All together I was under water for about 2 minutes. I don’t know where this shipwreck was on earth.

Running through the woods under rain, I hid inside of a hollowed out tree laying on the ground. Why I don’t know. But the smell of the forest lit me up inside. The smell of damp and wet air invigorated me. It was like I was turning into a wild animal but I didn’t. It was close to sunset I could tell while jogging. There happened to be a girl in the dream who I chase around the forest and then finally make love to her in lifted spirits.

It was evening so the sun was setting it seemed. I must have started the dream by walking across a very tall bridge. Down below there was a tiny stream and mounds of dirt with appliances strewn all over the place. First I spotted a white refrigerator with its two doors open. I couldn’t see any food nearby it though. It seemed to be a dump rather than a homeless person’s place. Next thing I knew I was down there walking over the dirt investigating the mess.