These Are My Dreams

I dreamed I was at a bus stop, stoned, trying to hide it.  I was with my German tutor and his poodle.  (In real life he doesn’t have a poodle.)  Then my dad got there, and so did Captain Metropolis from Watchmen, who explained he was my grandfather.  And my dad gave me the impression he’d had a really shitty upbringing and Captain Metropolis didn’t seem to care very much.

I dreamt I took karate lessons from Nick Nolte.

I dreamt I went thrift shopping with Kurt Cobain.

My friends and I were given the task of creating three new hotdog recipes.  The first two we came up with were pretty normal.  For the third, we had written down its ingredients and one of them was lightning.

We went out to go find some lightning.

I dreamt that I was standing out side a large, two story house. The sky is dark, but with a ring of red all along the horizon. Suddenly, four men on horseback come charging by, firing at the house. I pick up my Springfield carbine, and try to use my Dead Eye power. It doesn’t work, so I’m forced to take them out manually. I nail the leader as they come around for another pass, and the rest ride off. I run inside to check on everyone. My grandma tells me my brother and cousin are up stairs. I run up to check on them, and they seem to be ok, but none of them seem to have realized what happened.

I punched him in the mouth. As he lied there, I took all the rings off of his fingers. 

This wasn’t so much a dream as an experience. My family and I were on a trip some time ago, and we stayed at a hotel one night. I was sleeping on a cot with my back to the door. Sometime during the night I woke up and felt what I can only describe as a presence behind me. The most horrifying and paralyzing sense of fear washed over me. I’ve never been so terrified in my life. It only lasted for a few seconds, after which, strangely, I fell right back to sleep.

I was in what was supposedly my Illustration classroom, but it looked almost like an old ceramics shop I used to attend as a kid. There were no windows, and a large blackboard covered the entire front wall. There was a large teacher’s desk directly in front of it, but all the shelves/ drawers on it were facing the room instead of the teacher. There were also almost no student desks in the room.
Anyway, I was standing by the desk with a few other random kids, who were speaking to the ‘professor.’ He had wild gray hair and glasses, resembling my actual Illustration prof, but looking much more manic. For some reason I was wearing a full nun’s outfit, but it was dark blue and more flowing than usual. I was carrying something that looked like a breadbox, and although I didn’t know what it was or why I had it, I was being very secretive about it. However, I was paying close attention to what the professor was saying, as he had apparently ‘written a comic’ about one of my friends original characters and was describing it to the kids there (there were a few sketches of the character on the blackboard, too). I didn’t get to hear much, though, because suddenly this random guy in a suit jumped into the middle of the room and pointed a gun at me, saying that he ‘knew he’d find me,’ and that I had something that he wanted. I said I didn’t know what he meant, but I was almost positive he wanted the breadbox thing I was carrying. True enough, he cut me off mid-sentence and said that I knew very well what he was talking about, and then flat-out demanded that I give him the box. I felt I shouldn’t, so I said no, and immediately he whipped out his pistol and shot me. I’m serious. I think he shot me in my right shoulder, I don’t recall… all I remember is falling to the floor and waking up a few seconds later, as the room erupted into commotion.  

I was in a used bookshop that was evil and tried to tempt you into staying forever.  I really wanted to fuck the owner’s son.  There were two owners, both women.  I ended up trying to smoke a cigarette through a holder and a banana, at which I did not succeed and didn’t know why.

Every night I dream the same thing, in different variations. There’s always a friend that needs taking somewhere. And it’s usually my friend Polly.
It’s always urgent and I always take her outside and we jump in my parents’ car. (I don’t have my own car.) So we always get to the destination, and Polly gets out, and it’s at this point that I realise I’ve stolen my parents car. So I send them a very apologetic text, whilst driving, and then get worried that a speed camera might have seen me texting while driving. Then I make it all the way home but something goes wrong with the car just as I’m parking. Either I’m unable to park, or the handbrake comes off in my hand, or someone takes the wingmirror off on their way past. 

Then I panic, and suddenly there’s a baby in the passenger seat. It’s my baby (I’m 17. I have no children.) The baby won’t stop crying until I pick it up, and then I lock the car doors and just hold it, and stop worrying about what will happen later because I’m holding my baby and that’s all that matters. 

NOTE:  I have never been introduced to my boyfriends parents. 

From what I can remember about the dream, I had planted seeds all over a backyard.  The bushes and backyard grew into a jungle.  The jungle like backyard was approx. knee deep. There were little creatures also in this “Jungle” .. I ran thru the jungle, and was bitten by this one little creature.. when I arrive to a safe place I looked down to observe the creature and it looked like it was a miniature black cat.   There were quite a few of these.

As I stood on the deck, with the house inside, I tried to calm myself as I was about to run thru the “Jungle” backyard..  I got into the house.  It was my boyfriends Kitchen.. But I was not with him.  All of a sudden three ppl came down the stairs, his mom, dad and a stranger I have never seen before.  Actually, I have never seen his parents in real life, only from pictures.

I tried desperately to leave the house without forgetting anything, in fear my boyfriend would come home and find that i had been in his house.  I left my seeing glasses on the table.  than I went back into the house to scoop them before his paretns would even notice me.

WTF DOES THIS MEAN.

Please help.

It was the eve of a major school presentation I had to do, and obviously I was quietly freaking out at my bed. When I’m nearly nearly sleeping, my cell phone starts vibrating due to low battery. But that wasn’t how my dozy brain took it: I half-awake dreamt I was receiving messages from the school copy center, telling me how everything my work group left to photocopy was getting out wrong.

I was in love with someone, but I didn’t see who. Then they turned into an alien from the movie Avatar.

In my dream, I was hanging out with my boyfriend and we were walking along a road. I looked away for a minute and when I turned back he was gone! All that was there was a thick, white fog. I looked every where for my boyfriend and I couldn’t find him, all I could see was the fog. My alarm went off right after that. 

Last night, I dreamt that I withdrew all my money from my bank account and used it to buy the biggest, best bottle of red wine I could find. I then lit a few candles sat in my bathtub and drank it slowly while listening to a record before opening a few veins and dying comfortably in my own home.