These Are My Dreams

I’m a serial killer. there’s a strange man in a black hood who is visiting me, telling me he’s set up something for me. don’t see his face. that night I go to a mansion. walk up the front steps, open the door. big grand entrance, with flowing staircases on either side.  in the middle of the room there’s a table with someone tied to it. it’s jane. I start to talk about it, me being a serial killer, and describe the method I use, which is strangling. all of a sudden i’m strangling her, putting cotton into her mouth. I’m looking at her eyes and realize what I’m doing. I stop. she is crying and the cotton is falling out of her mouth. I am crying too, and run out of the building. it’s raining and dark. I walk down the front steps and back towards my car. the man in black is leaning on the driver door. I keep walking towards the car, not faltering when I see him. I wake up.

I dreamt I was turning my neck to check if no snake was inside the wooden little cabin I’ve got in my backyard. I’ve seen none, so I kept on walking unworriedly to a little patch near some rocks. Then I understood that the rope or hose that lay on those rocks was actually a yellow snake. I didn’t know what I should do, whether kill it right now, even if I was afraid it’d crawl to my feet, or call my mother and risk the snake’s escape.

So I scared off and cornered the snake towards my home’s wall, shouted to my brother to keep an eye on the animal, and started to run inside to call my mother. In the middle of this I think that maybe there’ll be something  where the snake was that will help me to defeat it in the “fight”, so I stop, go there, look around the grass, and find its baby, a little snake about the size of my thumb, which is phosphorescent and has little legs, so it’s a snake/centipede.

Then the dream jumps, and I have a mouse/mole as a pet, and it sits over the kitchen’s bench. It has swallowed the little snake, and we see the snake shining through the mouse’s skin; it’s pursuing a spider that was on the mouse’s hair. The spider runs and goes down to the bench, and the little snake can’t go after it anymore.

I was at the hairdresser  because I was getting married - and my “real me” was becoming revolted of the foolishness of this - and all the women on my family - which didn’t correspond to my real relatives - were thoroughly ignoring me, which was distressing me.

The boy which I was marrying to was really nice, as well as very rich, which was the reason for my family to support the wedding. I’ve a conversation with him and all that, and the scenery suddenly becomes like… a south-american little city in the eve of a political revolution, that’s how it felt. The girl that was getting married - she isn’t me anymore - is climbing a gloomy backstreet  and enters a house, where she meets an old woman. The girl asks nothing, but the old woman answers “no in death, and yes in victory, but the victory will be betrayed”. The girl gets out, and starts thinking about the explanation for this - it had something to do with that upcoming political revolution and if she and her boy would survive it. The girl feels resigned and somewhat relieved. Then I wake up.

I had a dream I was in a grocery store and it had multiple floors. One floor had a fish food place, where you could order “take out.” They had a refrigerated part where you could pick up a frozen fish dinner to eat later. I pick up a box and go to the counter. When I get there the cashier says, “Sorry, we’re not serving those at the moment but you can order some already cooked fried fish.” I asked her why, because the fish dinner was already made, and why couldn’t I just take the box? “Well, I’m sorry for your inconvenience but here’s a list of our hot fish plates.” It had more fish then what I was intending to eat but I just went ahead and ordered it.

Then a lady behind me orders. She asks to use her coupon. The cashier rolls her eyes and turns to her manager and asks what code she needs to use to process this. The manager was being lazy and said, “I don’t know,” and continued doing what he was doing. The cashier told the lady that she couldn’t process the coupon. Then the lady got really pissed and starting yelling and throwing things at the cashier and manager.

Then I got really pissed too because I wanted a frozen fish dinner but had to order a hot one so I threw my tray at the cashier and yelled too. (I guess the lady’s vibe passed on to me lol)

I walked to the other floors of the store. My phone rings and I hear a voicemail saying, “Hello we would like to speak to you about the incident that happened on the 3rd floor.” I hang up and then mutter to myself that they need to stop calling my phone. (They magically got my number from a high-tech system that they use in the stores.)

All of a sudden I’m at school, and I had to catch the school bus. I don’t know why because I’m in college now but I remember looking for bus # 271. I miss it (of course) then I find a friend of mine. She says that her boyfriend can take us home, because she needs a ride too. I said cool and we wait.

In my dream I was very smooth and confident. I was at the grocery store with a friend and the friend ran into a friend of hers. That friend of a friend and I started flirting and somehow she became very into the idea of coming back to my house to sleep with me. Then it was a few days later and I was at my mother’s house. I was meeting the girl for coffee, but had to lie about it to my mom because I didn’t want my mom to know that I was cheating on my girlfriend. Yeah so I had a girlfriend too. Huh.

The only thing I remember from that dream was that I was being attacked. It was my, my fiance, and our enemy. He kept sending out darts and as much as I tried to avoid them, they would always hit me. The darts would follow me wherever I went. After it was done. I just stood there, holding up my arms, looking at the arrows in them and my body. I could feel my back being sopped up by blood. Next thing I know, I didn’t have arrows in my body anymore but the blood and the holes were still there. My sleeve brushes against the wound on my right arm and I remember wincing in my dream from the pain.

This has never happened in my dreams that I was actually physically wounded. I’ve been attacked and almost wounded, but I have never been actually hurt. This was pretty severe.

(Nobody had ever died in my dreams before this one. Not a single person.)

I find out he’s dead. The police are investigating me as a suspect, and I’m outraged… I could never hurt him. After being questioned, I walk the streets trying to figure out what might have happened. As I weave my way through the avenues, each streetlamp I pass turns off until the entire city is shrouded in darkness.

I’m standing outside where he used to live. A siren approaches from far away. Eventually they reach me and inform me that he took his own life.

I’m still haunted by his eyes.

I saw Leon, fit as ever, fitter so for this is a dream; his trim body in jeans a shirt…

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When I was younger I used to have this recurring dream. There was a massive football match that the entire country was gearing up for, the government was placing high importance on it and everyone was focusing their attention on it. But our team lost. Everyone was extremely angry and the football team were tried by a court for disservices to their country. They were given a double sentence. Either they were to be executed by electric chair, or alternatively, they could attempt to climb across a sheer rock face on the cornish coast, without any ropes or equipment. The entire team chose the latter. I remember in vivid detail the attempted journeys across the rock, each in turn falling, smashing into the rock and being devoured by the giant great white sharks below. Each shark seemed to have thousands of teeth and the sea shined red with blood. Not one member of the team survived and I’ve had a phobia of sharks ever since.

I walk into a white room with high ceilings and hardwood floors. Surrounded by nothing, I’m confused as to why I’m there… an invisible hand begins writing messages on the walls, telling me of things to come and things that have passed. The hand writes, “and now, you wake.”

I had this dream about a month ago.

I’m in line at a store when a man in a black hoodie walks in, looking incredibly suspicious.  Yet nobody does anything.  He gives a dirty look to the cashier telling ehr to hand over the money.  I’m standing next to the robber and he hands me a disposable camera to take a photo of the expression on the cashier’s face as she handed him the money.  I take the camera but take a photo of him instead so it’d be easier to identify him later.  Knowing he’d want to hurt me, I tossed teh camera to the guy next to me in line while I’m, for some reason, falling backwards onto the floor.  The robber shoots in my direction as I fall and says he’ll hurt two more people.

Next, I’m on the floor and I see a girl running around not realizing she’d been shot. There aren’t many people around.  But the people who are seem quite calm.  A guy I know was sitting at a table close to me.  I ask if I’m bleeding, not sure if I’d actually been shot.  The guy responds “you look stunning”, as if that was supposed to actaully answer the question.  I join him at the table and he holds me while we wait for the police to come.

Then, for some reason, we had to run away.  People were trying to catch us.  While still holding one another, we run towards the forest.  The forest was supposed to be so dark that they would never be able to find us once we got in.  We’re now suddenly dressed in red and the people catching us are in blue.  The guy closest to us calls after us “Ill get you LARD!”  He almost catches us but we get in teh forest just in time.  I can see my friend but the blue guy can’t see us.  After many more blue men pass us, the first guy dies somehow and his shoes are left behind but they’re red, not blue.  Whatever that means.  I’m then dead too somehow and am seeing everything that’s going on.

My friend becomes a black bear after hiding out in the forest for so long.  Hehas a family with a son and a daughter.  They decide to finally leave the forest and move to an area of snowy mounting in China or something.  I then start to see everything from the son’s perspective.

I wander the mountains where I see a bunch of people with their families.  I hear above me the voice of a documentary narrator saying something about a lot more being done with the mountains if only we ha dmore money.  I rejoin my family when we decide it’s not safe since there are still so many people around.

Suddenly, I become a young boy in an apartment where another family also lives, I think.  I give someone of the other family a card or drawing or something.  My dad comes in telling me I shouldn’t do that because we don’t want to elave any traces of us ever being there.  My dad at this appears to be Don Cheadle.

My regular art class was being held in a house. The walls of the house were covered with scrawling messages from people that had been through… We were told to choose a message we identified with or understood. Pacing around the room, I recognized the handwriting of a person I’ve loved for a long time, and leaned in closer to see what it said… “I love you too.”

And then, a giant dinosaur crashed through the building.

“You’re pronouncing it incorrectly,” they said, grinning at me in a kind way, but one that made me uneasy. “The emphasis is on the ‘U’.”

I knew this to be ridiculous. I’d always heard the word ‘pendulum’ pronounced “PEN-dyoo-lum” and never as these two crones described. They hunched over in dirty vinyl lawnchairs outside of a cart laden with shining, tinkling, fluttering things that (if one had to pick a single, encompassing word) could only be described as “trinkets.”

One had wild red hair that seemed to be past the point of washing, and the other wore a peppery-grey updo that had clearly been slept on and ignored for an unfathomably long time. Their clothes were a jazzy compilation of colors and patterns, fading and feathering in delicious dissonance. Their faces were pale leather and their eyes were only dark holes. The sockets did not make me as uneasy as their smiles, sweet and good-natured in the folds of their faces. They were more wise than I would ever be.

I fidgeted, not wanting to continue the argument but unable to shake the need I felt for the object after which I inquired.

The Red one reached in her pocket and pulled out a porcelain ball muttering something about wanting to get a closer look at me. She popped the ball in an empty socket and stared, lidless and artificially in my direction. Her mouth twisted up so that her lips disappeared in the grimace until finally - “Aaaaaaah,” she breathed slowly.

She smiled again.

The eye popped out and she handed it to the Pepper companion.
“Have a look-ee,” she said in a low voice.
Pepper poked the eye in, twisting it and making adjustments until she could “see” me.
“Hmph.” Was her only reply before she pulled the eye back out with an sickening ‘pop.’

She turned back to the cart, pulling out a drawer full of little boxes of different colored paper. Feeling about in the drawer, her fingers closed around a tiny green one. Red’s laugh burst the silence and she clapped her hands three times. “Perfect!”

Pepper gave what would have been a side glance at Red had they possessed eyes and turned to me.

“You asked for a pendulum,” she mocked my pronunciation. “But we know you need more than that…so consider the other things as gifts. You have a very long way to go.”

Green box in hand and a few dollars short in my wallet, I left the cart and the women at my back. I don’t know what else was in the box, but the pale orange pendulum was warm in my hand.

A while back I had a very lucid dream of a spider, huge, scurrying across my wall then behind my dresser..

Later on, about a week ago, I had “woken up” still in my dream state.. I was batting away a giant spider from my face, it was as if it was crawling up onto my bed near my face. I literally tossed my sheets and flailed my arms to get it away. Still, it makes me wonder.. was it even a dream?