A friend of a friend had this dream:
“Last night I had a dream that I was snooping around a multi-million dollar mansion wearing Dead Presidents makeup, an eye patch and biker shorts. I found a fanny pack full of teeth, a secret passageway that lead to an old malt shop, and even went to hell for a second. Everything was going fine until I accidentally flipped a switch and blared Ebony Eyes over the house’s PA system. Then I got chased out by an angry mob and the house exploded. The end.”
It’s rare that I’m envious of other peoples’ dreams because mine are usually so entertaining, but I’m definitely sad I didn’t see this one.
A friend of a friend had this dream:
Quick couch nap dream: A pickup truck parked in the city. The edge of the truck bed is completely full with perched birds of prey. In the very center, with its back to the cab is a large snowy owl. Its gaze seems to beckon to anyone who meets it. I try pointing this out to a homeless couple, but they walk away disinterested.
I’ve been reviewing dreams in my journal lately and came across some strange gems. Here’s one.
I have super powers. This has caught the attention of a local gang and they are coming after me. I don’t know if they want to kill me, use me, exploit, or something else but I do know I don’t want them to find me.
Eventually they back me into a corner, so to speak, by capturing all of my teammates.
The gang’s leader comes out to meet me and she is being carried by one of her henchmen. Why is she being carried?
Because she is a sentient bag of liquid (or perhaps a bag of sentient liquid. Not sure if the bag is part of the sentience or if it is merely a container for the sentient liquid).
She tells me that I may as well give up because all of my teammates are being turned into alcoholics by her gang.
*not the dream: I took a short power nap tonight while at a very loud concert. It was an instrumental band. The music was rather full of energy and rapid melodies, but I closed my eyes and let it wash over me and as a result slept for 30 minutes off and on.
For several moments a see a swirling double spiral in the void that is the back of my eyelids.
While it mesmerizingly spins in a slow whirlpool fashion I become aware of a voice explaining something to me.
“Every empire and system of authority that ever existed has used the concept/narrative of cycles of death to control or manipulate their subjects.”
My brain tries to get deep during half-sleep!
I killed some zombies after photographing them. I stabbed a zombie dog with a wooden sword. It became goo and I fought with the goo.
I’m playing Diablo 3 with a former coworker. We decide to take a break and travel into town.
We find a building that is in the middle of being constructed. I see 3 zombies wandering within and decide I should document and exterminate them.
One by one I photograph and then ‘kill’ them.
After the zombies are disposed of, a zombie dog runs and leaps on top of me. It tries to bite me several times (all very close calls) before I’m able to find a weapon.
I finally get my hands on a wooden sword (identical to one I made as a child in my friend’s dad’s wood shop) and jam it through the dog’s skull. It does not relent and continues attacking.
I realize to an extent that I’m dreaming and the dog should be defeated. I attempt to assert my will over the dream and place my hands on the dog’s sides. With much effort I start to compress the snarling dog into a smaller and smaller glob of sticky brown ichor.
The glob starts to latch onto me and tries to absorb/assimilate into me. I have to compress it fully before it contaminates my consciousness.
As this struggle persists I hear a retching sound coming from somewhere. Still somewhat lucid I wonder if perhaps I am getting sick (my wife had just recovered from the flu) and force myself awake.
It is the 10th anniversary of the release of Star Wars Episode III. We’re getting ready to leave for the movie theater, but we can’t find ice for the cooler.
Before we go my friend wants help Zoning her apartment for her cat. We figure out that we can split the apartment in half. That way Leo (the cat) will have his own apartment and cheaper rent.
I tell her, “This is great! Leo will be able to pay his own rent, and if he finds a roommate it will be super affordable.”
I had this dream a couple weeks ago. In it there was a character from one of my dreams from over two years ago (see previous post). This is about as close as I get to recurring dreams…
I’m walking through a subdivision and I see a horse standing in someone’s driveway. It’s strange looking and I move closer to try and figure out why.
Now I see… It has two masculine arms growing out of its side, just above its front legs. In each human-looking hand it holds an assault rifle. I watch as it walks in the garage and slips into the darkness within.
I realize now that I’ve seen this horse before. But where? Oh yes! In a dream I had almost exactly a year ago to this day (This is what I thought in the dream, but as I’ve already stated the first ‘horse with arms’ dream was over 2 years ago). What could it mean for me to see a horse with arms and hands in real life (or so I thought) 1 year after I dreamed of it.
I meet up with a friend and he agrees to help me solve the armed horse mystery. While he is out looking for clues I see the horse running through a field while flexing his arms. A young girl is standing on his bicep with one hand on his and the other on his neck for balance.
They stop running as I approach. The girl is may 11 or 12 years old, but has a very intimidating presence about her. I dare not keep her for long. I ask, “Excuse me, where did you get this horse.”
She is abrupt, “Why?”
I explain about the dream a year ago and she lightens up a bit, but she is still dodgy. She explains in a not very straightforward manner that the horse is a bit of a genetic experiment that went bad. Her parents were pleased with the accidental results so they kept it and let it be hers.
I ran to find my friend and tell him what I’ve learned. He quickly files some paperwork and we take off to find out more.
We get hindered though because the hurricane is coming in fast. A friend calls us over to the local restaurant for shelter and hangouts, “Everyone’s already here. Good deal on wings tonight!”
(best image I could find. In actuality it had regular front horse legs and the arms would be just above those and used like arms instead of legs).
Observations: (1st dream = from 2 years ago) (2nd dream = recent dream)
In both dreams there are catastrophic weather conditions. In the 1st dream it’s an apocalyptic meteor storm and in the 2nd dream it’s a hurricane.
In the 1st dream the horse saves and nurtures me. In the 2nd dream it never acknowledges me directly. Also it does not seem to be the exact same horse. Maybe more of a ‘horse with arms’ archetype?
In the 2nd dream the horse with arms is carrying guns early on. This makes the ‘horse with arms’ an armed horse (^_^).This is the 3rd dream of mine I can think of that utilizes puns, word plays, similar word match-ups, etc. Another one was from earlier this year in which Elvis (the King) was dressed as King Solomon and was performing a song by BB King.
There is another dream from last year where a very very fat man (comparable to a beach ball) made some pun about traveling. After thinking for a moment I asked him “Sphere are you going?”
My ninja master is battling undead wizards (no joke). He summons the apocalypse to defeat them. Believing I am the chosen one, he puts me on a horse which speeds away to an area safe from oncoming rain of fire.
I start to fall off the horse, but I don’t hit the ground because I’m scooped up by powerful arms: the horses arms!!!
I tell it “You’re the only horse I’ve ever loved.” (This is extra funny because IRL I’m afraid of horses and like nothing about them).
The horse carries me all the way to a gypsy encampment where we’re somehow safe from the world ending. My master did not make it :(
I post this as a sort of part 1 because a couple days ago I had a dream and the horse with arms character was there!!! (I’ll be posting that one in a few days probably).
I’m playing an intense game of ‘Pool Hockey’. This game is played by filling a gym with billiard tables, approximately 5 ft of space between each one. An isle runs lengthwise from the one end to the other down the center of the gym with a hockey net at each wall. Players must stand on tables only on their side of the court.
The goal is to hit a cue-ball into the opposing team’s net using a golf club. Getting hit by the cue ball will put the hit player in a 30 second time out (learning to deflect the ball with the golf club is the key to success).
Just as an opposing player and myself are debating whether the cue hit me or if I deflected it … several large bats fly into the gym. They have strangely bulbous eyes, but we stop the game because they ‘look too cute’ and we don’t want to accidentally injure them.
Sara and I have had a kid. I’m hanging out with Jack and Erin T. to get parenting advice. As we are parting ways I realize I’ve locked my keys in my car AND the battery is dead AND my baby is trapped in the car.
I can’t get to my baby. I stop my friends before they leave, but am embarassed that they’ll think I’m a bad father. Somehow their advice alone is enough to unlock my car.
I scoop out my child. It is a living cardboard cutout of a baby, dressed in baby clothes (complete with beanie), and a face drawn on in crayon.
I am on a bridge and apparently I’ve been shot. I can feel my life slipping away. I feel at peace. I’m going to die at some point, and now seems to be my time. This is okay.
Darkness envelops me.
Later I awaken feeling weak, but knowing I’m going to live.
I have mixed feelings. I was fine with dying; I had made peace. Now I feel a tad melancholy that I’m alive… sad even. Existing in the same moment is happiness: joy that I have more time to experience life.
I must go tell my friends, they’ll be worried.