Thread: Cardgage's Dream Journal

It was Christmas or thanksgiving, and I was playing video games with my friends and talking to them while waiting for dinner. My friend who is the most scholarly and well read among us seemed to know way more about video games than I would have thought, and was telling me all about them. When dinnertime came we were talking about how different age groups look forwards to different parts of the meal, and one person said "yeah, and the kids are are always just saying 'pass me the ketchup'". One person at the table commented "yeah, but have you had that ketchup sauce from Mexico?" to which another person replied "Oh yeah, the kind with nuts in it. Not for me".

Next we were all sitting around playing a 'clue' type board game, and I was setting it up. I had a picture of each player and I had to put a photoshop type effect on their picture to make them look like the character I wanted them to be. I finally had to do myself and I made mine black and white, and somehow that mad me a cop. One of the adults at the party said I should run a lap, so I did, but I had physically been transformed into a super fit policeman and running was really easy, the only thing slowing me down was how bulky my cop character was with muscles. I ran down the street until I saw a few cops kicking an amp soda can around, and they said "we're playing kick the can". I was surprised that they actually thought I was a cop, and didn't know I was just playing a game, so I kicked their can when it came my way and kept running. When I reached the end of the street, I turned around and headed back towards the house to finish my lap and get back to the game. When I returned to where the group of cops were, they had grown from a few to 15-30 officers, and were kicking multiple cans, I kicked one whenever it came my way.

In my dream I can't sleep well, and I am up and pretty hyper at 5:00am (funny, because I literally had insomnia before the dream from 3:00am-5:15am). I notice my mom is up at 5 as well, and she asks me if I would like to go to the Christian bookstore with her, as she has to buy tickets to a conference or something. I go with her, and walk around the bookstore kinda bored, marveling at how many people shop at a Christian bookstore at 5:00am. We go to a park near the bookstore (not sure why), and my dad and sister are with us. I have a bag of peanuts and ask if anyone wants any, they all take just one. I walk around the park and look at all the flowers in the park, wondering if there are any opium poppies I can nick to make some home-made opium. My mom and dad ask each other about some man named the German, saying something like "do you know the German?"

Dreams during afternoon nap:

This one was kinda hazy, but somehow I was a part of a Bonnie and Clyde/Sid and Nancy story involving double crossing, drug smuggling, etc. I just remember that as it was ending, we were being caught after being double crossed, and someone died or something, then it turned into a movie I was watching, and there was a really, really sad, dramatic musical number that reminded me of 'Hedwig and the Angry Inch'.

I was hanging around outside some sports arena with what I guess was my girlfriend, and the game ended. I didn't care who won, but was up for partying with all of the celebratory fans, so we all sat around a picnic table and started hanging out. This old man grabbed my girlfriends purse, and I was staring at him the whole time, he started fishing around in it for something, knowing I was staring. Eventually he pulled out a cigarette, and said "I'm going to walk to the store for more smokes." My girlfriend was just finishing a cigarette, and after ashing it, she ate the butt instead of throwing it away. This made me really sick to see, and somehow I understood that she had a compulsion to eat cigarette butts ever since childhood. All I could think is that she is going to be sick (I guess we were drinking) and vomit this cigarette butt out, and I did not want to kiss someone who ate cigarette butts.

This one started out as a mix between the SNES video game Zelda: a Link to the Past, the NES game of the movie Willow, and some imaginary game of Lord of the Rings for SNES. Eventually we (there was another player) unlocked something and four treasures or items were released, unfortunately so were four gates to hell. We had to obtain the items before hell did, or something awful would happen. Each item was right outside each gateway to hell. I only remember one item, it was an old 1800's pistol. The gateway to hell was just a shadow screen superimposed upon reality, about the size of a movie theatre screen. The hell creatures (demon people, and vampires mostly) would step out of it like the movie Stargate. For some reason the item at each gate was the key to sealing that particular gate, so I had the pistol in hand, which somehow contained 4 rounds (even though it was a single round pistol). A hell dog started to emerge, I couldn't see it's form, but I saw the shadow wall growing darker where it was going to appear. Very frightened, I fired two shots at the dog, only to realize that it was far enough in hell still that it wasn't affected. It finally stepped out enough for me to get a clear shot, and even though I was firing at near point blank range, I could not hit it. The other person and I started to use swords and we killed the dog, and the demonic priest chicks who followed, but it all seemed way too easy, like a zombie movie when they think the zombie is dead, but it wakes up and attacks them. Apparently though, it really was that easy, as the games happy ending cut scene started, and said something like "Thank you, middle earth is safe once again." and we went inside a tree.

The hell dog looked a lot like this, but with only two eyes:

I am house-sitting my grandparents place with my brother and two of my cousins. My mom calls and asks if I wouldn't mind babysitting for John Mellencamp (which is strange, because in waking life I never think about him, and I find his music to be stupid). I say that I'll think about it, trying to let her know that I am not interested. The time is getting close for me to babysit, and my mom still thinks that I am going to, so I let her know that I only said I'd think about it, and I really don't want to, as I have plans. She says, she'll call him and ask if he wouldn't mind my sister doing it instead. however, when she calls, she doesn't ask him, she invites him over. He shows up with his band and begins to play some song which I am fairly certain is not even a John Mellencamp tune. The house is soon filled with people, and the cops show up and start busting people. I pretend like I belong there and am not doing anything bad and the cops leave me alone.

:::At this point I woke up for a few minutes, and for the first time I can recall in my entire life, my dream takes off where I left it when I fall back asleep:::

I realize it is almost time for me to babysit for John Mellencamp, and I still haven't gotten out of doing it. My brother offers to do it for me.

I am outside of a church with my sister and her friend. My sister has to go to the bathroom, but the church is locked up and nobody is there. I say "watch this", and I fly above the roof and crash down through it smacking into the floor. There are stained glass windows, and I simply will them to fall apart so my sister can step through and use the restroom.

I am walking with my wife, and we see a ballet slipper on the ground, I get really upset that someone has just littered it there. Then scattered about we see the a bunch of cardboard heels (the kind that are inside of a new shoe sometimes with the packing paper so they keep their shape), and I get even more upset at the litter. I say something to the effect of "godamnit! There are trash cans near here, why do people feel the need to throw sh** on the ground!"

I had just moved to a new house, and was awaiting the arrival of a new family that was going to live with me or next to me (I think it was a duplex or something). A lady (apparently a neighbor or resident in the duplex) said something like "they are from the country" with a concerned look on her face. "There are two kinds of people that come from the country" she said (apparently suggesting that they might be white trash). I said I grew up around country folks and I was sure they would be fine. They showed up, and they looked really poor but nice, except the dad who seemed creepy. I had ordered fake marijuana from one of those internet ads that say "Buy legal budz now!" and was rolling up a joint with it. The smoking mixture was mostly hay-like straw, and some seeds that looked like a mix between cumin and withered pumpkin seeds. I kept rolling joints, or fixing ones I rolled wrong, but I never ended up smoking any. Then, as I was fixing one of the joints, I saw a man in a webbed skydiving suit through the skylight of the house.The kids of the poor family were inside the house playing and so I told them to go outside and look at the skydiver. The skydiver kept swooping down inches from the ground and inches from us spectators, then swooping back up to the sky. I could feel the breeze as he zipped past.

I was with a group of people, and there was something that looked like a zombified version of Voldemort from Harry Potter stalking us. He would attack by coming up behind a person and his mouth would stretch like a snake around the person and he would walk towards them and meld with them, turning them into a zombie version of themselves. We found out that he couldn't consume/absorb you if you were singing for some reason, so we all locked ourselves into some dorm room and started singing. The Voldemort zombie thing kicked down the door, but couldn't get inside the room. The combination of all of us singing in such a small room made a sort of force field that kept him from entering the room, so he just sat their mocking us and threatening us. We stopped singing, and he fell forward into the room a bit, so his head was in the doorway, so somebody quickly slammed the door to try and break his neck, which didn't work, but trapped him a little. I got a hatchet and tried to cut off his head, but the hatchet was too dull, and just bounced off. I found the Dorm room had an emergency fire axe, so I got it out and slammed it down on his neck. He started screaming in pain like a human I guess to make us feel sorry for him, but I had seen him kill/eat several people, so I wasn't deterred, and kept hacking until his head was severed.

I was in a truck with my wife driving across a bridge when the bridge started pointing steeply towards the ground as if the middle section was missing. We were pointed nearly straight down like a rollercoaster, and started to fall quickly. The bridge was being consumed in a bunch of swirling cloudy blue vortexes at the end of the bridge (the part near the ground). We entered one of the vortexes, and instantly, just my wife and I were sitting in a dimly lit mud pueblo which seemed to be built inside another building (or underground) as no light entered the windows. We were in a little room the size of a small toolshed which was build in the center of a bigger room. On nearly every edge, windowsill, etc. lay hard drug paraphenelia (i.e. crack pipes and such). In the center of the ceiling were fastened hooks (like the kind some people have in their kitchen for spatulas and pots) and from them hung what looked like improvised torture devices (meat tenderizers and horse blinders). I felt this horrible realizations that we were trapped in hell. I looked around panicked and saw graffiti written in blue pen everywhere. I was slightly comforted by the fact that none of it was terribly spooky. I expected it to say hopeless things like “help me” or “you can never escape”, but it said mostly the type of the things you see carved into picnic benches, names and such. The creepiest one simply said “Brrrrrrrrrrrr” and when I read it I noticed that it was really cold in this hell place. I looked outside a door and saw a guard who appeared to be human. :::woke up:::

I was helping a group clean up what appeared to be some type of community center. I think some of the workers had to be there because of a court order or something but everybody seemed to be in good spirits nonetheless. We lifted up a couch cushion and there was a physically impossible amount of junk, toys, etc. underneath. I filled up a bag with garbage and went to throw it away. I somehow ended up in my grandma’s kitchen and she said “oh, you didn’t have to”, thinking that the bag I was holding contained a gift. I assured her “sorry grandma, it’s just trash.”

Lucid dream during nap!

I dreamed I was holding something like a piece of metal or a frame up to the sky, and trying to fly. I usually fly in my dreams by holding my muscles tight in my body, and using some sort of force I am creating to push myself away from the earth (like a mental jetpack). Anyhow, this method wasn't working for some reason, so I imagined the thing I was holding as a sort of sail, and it picked me up off the ground. Once I had taken flight I could fly easily superman style, but as soon as I started to cruise for a few seconds, BAM! I realized I was dreaming. I grabbed the edge of a rooftop from a house I was flying next to, and lifted the whole roof off effortlessly (and it remained intact in a single piece) like they do in cartoons. I lifted the roof over my head and spiked it to the ground, shattering it into pieces and yelled something like "F*** yeah!". I remembered that I tend to lose lucidity after relaxing too much, so I tried to stay focused and flew around doing some cool tricks. I didn't however, remember to do any of the tricks to stay lucid (hand rubbing and etc.) and drifted back into regular sleep after a few seconds.

Don't remember a lot of this dream, but lately (in waking life) Peoples smoke detectors have been going off in our apartment complex (not sure why, bbq smoke drifting in?). In my dream I could hear several smoke detectors going off at once, and I realized the complex was on fire, so my wife and I tried to get out, but the front door was ablaze. We were going to jump off the back porch, but in my dream we lived several floors higher than in real life, so the jump would have killed us or at least really F$%!@# us up. Somehow we got out, and then I was trying to figure out how to save the old people still in the apartments, and I woke up.