These Are My Dreams

I dreamt that I was Jenny from Gossip Girl, and Agnes came over because my parents were out of town. We went into my bedroom and there was this creepy little man hiding under my bed, so I asked Agnes to get some drugs from him. She did, and he gave us each a bag of colorful pills. Agnes only took two, but I decided I wanted more, so I took half the bag. Then we put on Hell Raiser and I started to freak out because I thought all the demons were in the room. The next thing I knew, it was the next morning. I could vagely remember Agnes inviting a bunch of people over, and I was scared something had happened. I couldn’t remember much, but I really regretted doing the drugs. Then Agnes made weed brownies and served them to my parents when they got home. I was really surprised when my boyfriend, Connor, showed up at my door because he was supposed to be in Cuba. I brought him into my bedroom and he rested his head on my chest as I told him I’d done drugs. He forgave me, knowing how much I regretted it, and then everything was fine.

My girlfriend was a French-Italian gangster. They specialized in the drug trade, mainly heroin and cocaine, and were quite successful at it. They were based out of Paris. I took no part in any of it, but rather just knew about it, but didn’t think that much about it. The main sequence of the dream was in the Palace of Versailles, where my girlfriend with her two dream sisters were sorting cocaine and heroin, while her three dream brothers sat at a long table right behind them talking about the cops and stuff. I was there to get my girlfriend, and I talked to the head brother for a bit. Then, in a dark alley with her against the wall crying, she told me that she had left a note for her brother because he was mad at her, telling him that she was going to bust the operation and tell the police about it. She was scared. Then I woke up.

my best friend suddenly looked exactly like cher circa 1980 and would pose dramatically in front of various pillars and balconies whenever i tried to talk to her, and then tried to jump off of the roof of a mall.

I was at the top of a round circular stone tower, the sort of thing people are trapped in in fairy tales. I knew I’d done something wrong but not what. Footsteps started to come up the stairs and the door opened to reveal two female friends of mine although I don’t remember who. One of them told me I’d killed Jude and she was really angry whilst the other was nervous, just wanting us to get along. They led me down the circular stair out of the tower building and I was crying and apologising because I was sure it was true even though I couldn’t remember it. The nervous friend ran ahead of us and the angry friend turned towards me. She slit my wrist with knife from her pocket and gave me some sour-tasting sweets so that I was kneeling on the floor being sick. I felt like the victim, even though I’d killed Jude and I was crying and throwing up in the grass.

I was at my boyfriend house in his bed. I woke up and realised he was building something around me, a wooden box or cage made out of thick dark planks of wood and branches. He was working quickly, nailing the wood together with a hammer. I asked him what he was doing and he said I’d be safer this way.

I was on a small boat in the middle of the ocean. A woman was there and she was teaching me the specifics of how to scuba dive with sharks. The sharks were massive, unusually round and plump with two rows of sharp teeth., one in their mouths and one running along the curves of their backs where a fin would normally be. I told the woman I didn’t want to swim with these sharks but she insisted I must. She brought some amphibious baby sharks on to the boat to reassure me and they jumped about trying to bite everything with their teeth. I screamed and pushed them off me but tripped over a larger one and fell over.

I was at home asleep in my parent’s bed. I woke up and saw my boyfriend lying next to me. I ran my hands along his back and kissed his shoulder blade and he woke up. He rolled towards me and slowly we started kissing, still half asleep. Eventually we started having sex but suddenly the door slammed open and my mum walked in. We stopped at once and she looked at me and I was so embarrassed that she’d seen us in her bed.

A guy bought a motorhome but had to turn around and sell it immediately. Before he’d ever driven it out of the parking lot. The salesman, the man and a female prospective buyer were standing in the RV, negotiating. The salesman told the woman it’d be 2999, the guy who had bought it said “that is what I paid for it too, $299,000.” But the salesman corrected him and said, “No. For her it is $2,999… if you had bought it from me for $300,000 my wife wouldn’t have been mad at me, so now this is her price.”

The woman bought the motorhome, and it turns out that I was the woman.

I went inside the office for something, and couldnt’ find the keys to my brand new motorhome. The women there were acting really strangely and we all headed out down a curved roadway. My RV disappeared. I tried looking everywhere for it. I kept having to go up these pink steps, even though I knew it couldn’t be up any steps, since it was a gigantic motor home with beautiful polished wood interior. 

I walked into the lobby of a hotel/casino, still trying to figure out what happened to my RV.

May all people feel loved and share love.

This isn’t really a dream, but a sleep walking dream. I woke up in the middle of the night, thinking I was a web designer and trying to explain to a client why I didn’t offer a certain design. I remember going to the bathroom, trying to figure out his options on building his website. My hands was making gestures, kind of like I was measuring. I was doing some serious thinking. After I got out of the bathroom, I went to bed and went straight to sleep. It was so weird sleep walking lol

Electricity catches the woman up in its squid-like embrace. Pure purple energy crackles through the air like some effect in an outdated horror movie. The tentacles reach through her supine form and bring her several feet into the air until she resembles a strange pomo chandelier.

I’m watching but I’m not sure what my vantage point is. I might be there, in the room, pressed against the far wall. I might simply be watching this on some kind of screen. The latter seems likely as a voice interrupts the horror to explain that this is the second of the three views of the woman.

The first, sober and fully clothed in the meeting, this and the third…

There’s an implication that the third will reveal something truly scandalous, but I’m unable to process that; struck, as I am, with the thought that this electrocution hasn’t killed her. The idea of living through an experience like that horrifies me. So much pain; it must seem inescapable and eternal.

tyson and I were extremely attracted to this girl we saw in a skateboard video. she was an amazing skateboarder. it turned out tyson’s family knew her somehow, and so I went with tyson to one of his family’s gatherings, and saw her across a crowded room with her own family, in a dress, which I thought was strange but awesome. I knew I was going to talk to her. the dream ended.

i was at the bar mitzvah of my brother’s best friend’s younger brother (which will not happen for another two years, but so be it) and my best guy friend was getting really mad at me. i was crying, so i went to the bathroom and discovered that all of my teeth had fallen out.

i dreamt that my friend got bit by a giant centipede and instead of helping i spent the whole time she was in pain looking up differences between centipedes and millipedes

I woke up to the forces of the world pulling everything back to how things were in the past - but in present day. I was laying in bed holding my phone in my hand waiting for the phone call I usually get on weekday mornings. My phone vibrates; half-asleep, I answer the phone. “Hi baby”, I say. “Good morning baby” a voice replies. Instantaneously, I sit up shocked at the voice on the other end of the line - it wasn’t my boyfriend. It was my ex. Puzzled I look for photographs of my current boyfriend, but none could be found and all were replaced with pictures of my ex. “I’ll be over in a bit”, he says. I shuffle through my things looking for all the things my boyfriend has ever given me: sweaters, t-shirts, v-necks, socks, stuffed animals. I find all the items but the bracelets around my wrists. “Hello?” he says, “Hello baby are you still there? What are you doing?”. “I’m still here,” I reply. “What the hell is going on?” I think to myself. “I’m outside your door,” he says. I pace a little before answering the door. Taking a deep breath, I let him in.

He looked the same. Light brown eyes, side swept hair, fairly dark skin, skinny, and tall. It used to make my heart flutter to see him stand outside my door looking at me with that particular smirk on his face. Instead, my heart wrenched and twisted into feelings of uneasiness and bitterness. Where washe? Where was my real boyfriend? He threw his arms around me, holding me in that familiar way he always did. I let my arms dangle at my sides tears brimming the rims of my eyes because I had missed my real boyfriend and not this person holding onto me. I put his arms on my shoulder wanting to take a look at my face. Sheepishly, I walked into the bedroom to lay back down in bed. He followed along laying beside me. I gripped my phone and stared at my contacts. Why hadn’t he called me? I closed my eyes slipping back into sleep. I wake up with his arms around my arms talking to someone in the room; It was his best friend. I pretended to stay asleep eavesdropping on their conversation. “She’s been acting weird,” he says. “Really? How?” his best friend asks. “She won’t let go of her phone, like she’s waiting for a call. She doesn’t smile at me the way she used to. I think she still loves him”, he says. Loves him? So he knows he exists? He knows about him.

Intense feeling of longing started to cause pangs of pain in my chest. To call myself sad would have been an understatement. I wanted him to be sleeping next to me, not this particular person. I missed him and thought of how he looked like in hopes I hadn’t forgotten. His dark brown chinky eyes, short straight hair, his fairly dark skin, perfect body type of not too fat not too skinny, his pearly white teeth and that smile that made his eyes wrinkle at the sides. I clenched my phone. “Call me! Call me right now!” I demanded in my head. Hopeless, I decided to give in and go with what was going on. I opened my eyes. Boxes of Nerf Guns laid against the wall. “He would love that,” I thought to myself.

“You’re awake,” he says. “I’m awake”, I reply. “Do you want something to eat?” I ask. “Yeah,” he says. I walk past his best friend sitting against the wall assembling a gun. He looks at me skeptically, angry at what predictions he has about what is going on in my head. I smile, and walk away awkwardly. Am I really his girlfriend and not his? Am I cheating?!

I walk back in with a grilled cheese sandwich. My phone rings. My heart jumps as I rush to grab it. He grabs it and holds it in his hand, hurt at my reaction to the phone. “Are you happy?” he asks me. “What do you mean? With who?” I ask. “With me. With him.” He says. I bite my lip and look down at my clenched fists. “I forgot to check if I was happy either.” he says. I look up at him through the hair that has fallen in front of my eyes. “Are you happy with me?” I ask him. In my head I beg him to say no. He fights it. “No. Not really”, he says. “Then let us go. Let me go, please?” I ask. He tightens his grip around my phone, and drops his head. I place my hands on his cheeks to lift up his face “Let us be happy” I said and smiled the same warm smile he was familiar with. He forced a smile, got up, then handed me my phone. I walked him to the door, opening it to find him standing there. “Babe!” I yell. I run to him and squeeze him tightly. His arms perfectly wrap around my body and almost instantly his warmth surrounds me as I lay my head on his shoulder on my tippy toes. I don’t let go and I close my eyes. All the coldness has disappeared and I succumb to a comfort I had longed for. These arms were the arms I wanted to be in. I open my eyes to look at his face looking towards the door. I glance to see my ex taking a look at us, disappointed, then turning to walk down the stairs. I still don’t let go. The door shuts and I am completely at peace.

A really good friend of mine has a crush on this girl who is really ditzy and not very attractive; she has almost no redeeming qualities, but she thinks she’s an artist and manages to convince my friend of this. I go to a cocktail party where my friend, the girl, and another friend mine are; the friend who has a crush on the girl goes to hang out with and hit on her, while I hang out with the other friend. The girl eventually comes over to show us her latest art piece, which she calls her “magnum opus.” It’s a few crumpled sheets of white paper smashed together into a ball and dipped in glue. The friend I’m with and I argue that it’s not art, but my other friend defends the girl, saying that we just don’t get it, and walks away with her. The friend I’m with and I decide that we hate most people.

I had a dream the Jonas Brothers were in my suite at school.  I kept trying to meet them but my mom and other people wouldn’t let me yet one of my friends kept encouraging me to just go up to them.  I was trying to talk to them but apparently they got the memo that I couldn’t meet them, at least not at that time so they wouldn’t talk to me.  I was upset but understanding.  Then Joe left for a couple minutes and when he came back he was wearing a set of flannel pjs that had sock monkeys on them.  I realized that one of my roommates had the exact same pair of pjs.  I grabbed Joe and took him to Kendall’s room (the roommate) and when she saw him she screamed in laughter and ran into the corner where she wouldn’t stop laughing.  Then she grabbed her pair and put them on and we took pictures of them together.

there was a vampire that had killed my whole family, and it was searching all the houses on my street for me. I ran out the back door of my house and started hopping fences, going from backyard to backyard. then I realized that he was stalking me and messing with me, as I noticed more and more fences having been torn down. through one of the gaps in fences, I saw the way up a grassy hill. I ran up the hill and at the top there was this one tree, that was short, but had a wide, circular canopy that I hid underneath. I found Emily there, she was hiding too. we waited there a while, and realized that he was tearing apart the neighborhoods all around us just to draw us out. Emily said, “we could always sing the song of the gypsy tree…” “that’s supposed to really work?” I asked. she told me that when gypsies on the countryside were hiding from nazis, they would seek refuge under these trees and sing a tune that would ward away the nazis. apparently before the war it was sung to keep away supernatural predators. so we began to sing it, and it was the high-pitched tune you can hear in the background of Sam Cooke’s version of Summertime. as I sang the song I was terrified of our voices, and yet I felt safe.