I'm sitting on the floor in my living room. My roommate is sleeping on the couch behind me. There must be someone (I get the feeling it is a man) on the other couch because I rarely ever sit on the floor in my own place. When my roommate wakes up, her shirt is disheveled and she is surprised to see some guy sitting in our apartment.
The next thing I know I am driving what appears to be my car (based on the dashboard lights and layout) close to campus. I begin to text someone on my phone. When I look up, I am so close to a white truck involved in an accident I must slam on my brakes to keep from rear-ending it. I stop literally centimeters from the trailer hitch on the back of the truck...so close, in fact, that I have to put my car in reverse to get around the truck.
As I'm passing the truck and the other dark colored car it struck, I must blow a fuse in my car because my dash lights go out.
I do not recognize the road I am on but I am driving east now (the street I was on before is a one-way heading west). I begin to cross over a bridge and can see clearly to the very bottom of the gorge over which I am traveling. Although the scenery catches my attention, I look up at the sky. While I am sure this is my car, I can see the evening sky clearly -- perhaps I finally got the t-tops I've been lusting after. As I'm looking up, my seat begins to recline and I am resting comfortably in my car. I am still accelerating though!
My phone vibrates on the table next to me and I mistake the sound as the sound of my tires crossing over the rumble strips on the side of the road. Despite hearing this sound and realizing I am driving off the road, I still do not sit/wake up immediately.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Monday, December 24, 2007
Dream #006
My roommate, Kendra, and I wake up one morning. We are not in our apartment in Cincinnati but in the house in which I grew up in Canton. Obviously this is where we're living now because neither of us find it weird we are there. Since there is fresh snow on the ground, we stand at the sliding glass door in the kitchen admiring the winter wonderland. As we're staring, I realize there are footprints in the snow as well as a note on the door. We go outside and follow the footprints around the house only to find someone has clearly been staring in our windows. The note is numbered with three things. I think the first one is that we should watch our backs and the third is the person demanding money. Cannot remember the second...maybe "you know what you've done."
The fact that someone has basically stalked our house during the night while we were sound asleep absolutely terrifies me but we go back inside. Time lapse? Next thing I know, a huge man with dark hair and a dark beard is busting in our kitchen door from the garage. I do not know how he got in. He seems to be almost 7' tall as he had to duck to come in from outside. He is furious. You can see it in his eyes. Kendra begins screaming back at him and for a moment, I question if she knows this man and why he is mad at us.
All my thoughts go out the window when this man turns around, drops his pants and begins to shit at Kendra.
I grab my cell phone and attempt to call the cops. Instead of calling 911 however, I dial 311. I don't know why but I am thoroughly convinced it's the right number. The woman on the other end is acting like she is a dispatcher but has not asked for my address and has not agreed to send anyone out to the house.
I remember hearing my voice on the phone with her. I was bawling, scared out of my mind saying "please help us."
The fact that someone has basically stalked our house during the night while we were sound asleep absolutely terrifies me but we go back inside. Time lapse? Next thing I know, a huge man with dark hair and a dark beard is busting in our kitchen door from the garage. I do not know how he got in. He seems to be almost 7' tall as he had to duck to come in from outside. He is furious. You can see it in his eyes. Kendra begins screaming back at him and for a moment, I question if she knows this man and why he is mad at us.
All my thoughts go out the window when this man turns around, drops his pants and begins to shit at Kendra.
I grab my cell phone and attempt to call the cops. Instead of calling 911 however, I dial 311. I don't know why but I am thoroughly convinced it's the right number. The woman on the other end is acting like she is a dispatcher but has not asked for my address and has not agreed to send anyone out to the house.
I remember hearing my voice on the phone with her. I was bawling, scared out of my mind saying "please help us."
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Dream #005
I am walking through the woods with my parents and two other people. I don't see the faces of these other and do not even recall the gender. One of these people says to the other "you will die on this trip." I begin to feel very nervous as our group meanders through the forest. As I look in the trees above me, I notice a man hanging by his legs, swinging from limb to limb with his arms reaching down at our group.
I don't know why, but at this point in time I begin to feel like the other member of my party was wrong...I was the one who was going to die. The man swinging from the trees then reaches down and grabs me by the hair.
He must be really strong because my feet are coming off the ground and I am flying through the air.
I forget something in this part because the next thing I know I am running through the woods after the rest of my group. By the time I catch up to them, I am totally out of breath. I sit down on a rock and begin to explain to them that a man has been chasing me. They start asking me questions as if they think I'm crazy...
The man (he was wearing a blue and black flannel shirt with a bright orange hunting cap) was walking towards us but everyone else's back was turned towards him. I started screaming and my parents starting asking me what was wrong. I said "he's behind you" but they just kept staring at me. He began to walk through them towards me. He walked right in front of my mom and she didn't even blink. I was the only one who could see him. He gets close enough to me for me to notice he has no pupil or iris in his eyes, just pure white.
At this point I was woken up by a friend who said I was screaming in my sleep.
I don't know why, but at this point in time I begin to feel like the other member of my party was wrong...I was the one who was going to die. The man swinging from the trees then reaches down and grabs me by the hair.
He must be really strong because my feet are coming off the ground and I am flying through the air.
I forget something in this part because the next thing I know I am running through the woods after the rest of my group. By the time I catch up to them, I am totally out of breath. I sit down on a rock and begin to explain to them that a man has been chasing me. They start asking me questions as if they think I'm crazy...
The man (he was wearing a blue and black flannel shirt with a bright orange hunting cap) was walking towards us but everyone else's back was turned towards him. I started screaming and my parents starting asking me what was wrong. I said "he's behind you" but they just kept staring at me. He began to walk through them towards me. He walked right in front of my mom and she didn't even blink. I was the only one who could see him. He gets close enough to me for me to notice he has no pupil or iris in his eyes, just pure white.
At this point I was woken up by a friend who said I was screaming in my sleep.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Dream #004
I don't know where I am but I am sitting on a curb somewhere. There is someone sitting to the left of me but, as usual, I can't see their face. I pack a bowl and set it down next to me. I sit there quietly, not saying anything, just watching the people around me. Most of the people have bags and seem to be in a hurry so I assume I'm at an airport.
Just then, a police officer walks up on my right side. He looks down at the bowl and the bag of weed I've left laying there foolishly. He picks up the pipe and says "What is this?" I'm so nervous I don't know what to say. I stand up to face him but remain silent. He says "It's for smoking tobacco right?" I quickly nod my head knowing that it's a complete lie. (He was either stupid enough to believe that or trying to help me out so I should definitely go along with it.) He hands the pipe back to me and walks away.
There's some kind of time lapse here because the next thing I know, I'm standing in front of the police officer again and he's holding my bag of weed. I begin to get really nervous because I've either been caught in a lie or been dumb enough to fuck it up a second time. He takes the bag and examines it closely. He turns to a man standing behind him and says "What will this go for on the street?" The guy says "I don't know...about $20."
Now is when I begin to get a little mad. Partly because I don't want to be hassled by the man for something which harms no one else. But mostly because I'm insulted someone would so horribly underestimate my weed purchasing skills. Of course, I don't verbalize any of this because that would be most incriminating. In fact, I'm not even sure I can speak in this dream because I've yet to say a thing. The police officer opens my bag and begins to take the weed out and look at it. He takes a bit and puts it in his pocket then hands the rest back to me. I quickly slip it back into my purse, hoping his stealing will guarantee I get out of this yet again.
Unfortunately, by the time I've adequately hidden the bag of weed in a pocket of my purse, he's writing me a ticket.
Just then, a police officer walks up on my right side. He looks down at the bowl and the bag of weed I've left laying there foolishly. He picks up the pipe and says "What is this?" I'm so nervous I don't know what to say. I stand up to face him but remain silent. He says "It's for smoking tobacco right?" I quickly nod my head knowing that it's a complete lie. (He was either stupid enough to believe that or trying to help me out so I should definitely go along with it.) He hands the pipe back to me and walks away.
There's some kind of time lapse here because the next thing I know, I'm standing in front of the police officer again and he's holding my bag of weed. I begin to get really nervous because I've either been caught in a lie or been dumb enough to fuck it up a second time. He takes the bag and examines it closely. He turns to a man standing behind him and says "What will this go for on the street?" The guy says "I don't know...about $20."
Now is when I begin to get a little mad. Partly because I don't want to be hassled by the man for something which harms no one else. But mostly because I'm insulted someone would so horribly underestimate my weed purchasing skills. Of course, I don't verbalize any of this because that would be most incriminating. In fact, I'm not even sure I can speak in this dream because I've yet to say a thing. The police officer opens my bag and begins to take the weed out and look at it. He takes a bit and puts it in his pocket then hands the rest back to me. I quickly slip it back into my purse, hoping his stealing will guarantee I get out of this yet again.
Unfortunately, by the time I've adequately hidden the bag of weed in a pocket of my purse, he's writing me a ticket.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Dream #003
Okay...bear with me on this one because it's quite confusing.
I have agreed to meet my parents somewhere. I don't know what this place is, only the address. When I arrive, it looks like a normal building so I just walk right in. I don't know why but I am yelling to someone outside as I walk in and I'm not saying anything good. Upon turning my head to the front, I unfortunately realize that I am in a church. My face burns as the entire congregation turns around to stare at me. I don't really look at any of their faces, just my father's. He has the most disgusted look on his face ever as he rolls his eyes at me and resumes his original positioning.
The congregation's leader is a woman which is surprising to me. I assumed any church I found my father in would not be so...what's the word...progressive? Anyways, she begins walking towards me and lecturing me about something but at this point, I'm so pissed that I've been conned into showing up at a church and subsequently making an ass out of myself that I ignore her and storm out.
I wander down the street and happen upon a man playing a large, blue guitar. The music coming from the guitar is the most beautiful music I have ever heard but he's not playing the guitar normally. He's got at least one of the strings off the tuning peg and is plucking it as he holds it away from the rest of the guitar. Surprisingly, it's working and making the most beautiful sounds ever. I look around and there are about a dozen others standing or sitting in front of the musician and all seem to be entirely entranced.
I decide the music has calmed me down enough to return to Doug's house. I arrive there and find that instead of his current apartment, he's living in some sort of a garage. Most of the furniture is there but it's surrounded by other shit. There are boxes of greasy car parts and tools lying around and stains on the floor. What I've always liked most about Doug is how clean he is so I begin to ask him why he's allowed his house to become such a mess. He tells me that since I've been back, he's been spending all his time with me and hasn't had any time to clean his house. I tell him I'm not more important than housekeeping and he just rolls his eyes. My previous anger returns easily and I tell him soon I'll be leaving for vacation so he'll have all the time he wants to clean.
Just then, my cell phone rings. I answer and it is my boss. Without even waiting for me to finish saying "hello" he says, "If you want to keep this job the very least you could do is show up!" I look at the clock and realize I'm over an hour late for work! I apologize and tell him I've no idea how I forgot. I tell Doug I'm late for work and run out to my car.
I don't know why but I immediately sit in the passenger seat of my car and ask Doug to take me to work. He looks at me like I'm crazy and says "First of all, you need your car to take deliveries at work. Secondly, this is your car...why would I drive you?" I look over at my driver's seat and realize I left my window open and it stormed. The water is literally pooled in the seat. I almost cry as I begin to beg him to let me take his car to work. He's still upset about me dogging his housekeeping skills so he quickly denies me.
I'm left in the drive way, over an hour late for work and with what will surely become a soaked ass.
I have agreed to meet my parents somewhere. I don't know what this place is, only the address. When I arrive, it looks like a normal building so I just walk right in. I don't know why but I am yelling to someone outside as I walk in and I'm not saying anything good. Upon turning my head to the front, I unfortunately realize that I am in a church. My face burns as the entire congregation turns around to stare at me. I don't really look at any of their faces, just my father's. He has the most disgusted look on his face ever as he rolls his eyes at me and resumes his original positioning.
The congregation's leader is a woman which is surprising to me. I assumed any church I found my father in would not be so...what's the word...progressive? Anyways, she begins walking towards me and lecturing me about something but at this point, I'm so pissed that I've been conned into showing up at a church and subsequently making an ass out of myself that I ignore her and storm out.
I wander down the street and happen upon a man playing a large, blue guitar. The music coming from the guitar is the most beautiful music I have ever heard but he's not playing the guitar normally. He's got at least one of the strings off the tuning peg and is plucking it as he holds it away from the rest of the guitar. Surprisingly, it's working and making the most beautiful sounds ever. I look around and there are about a dozen others standing or sitting in front of the musician and all seem to be entirely entranced.
I decide the music has calmed me down enough to return to Doug's house. I arrive there and find that instead of his current apartment, he's living in some sort of a garage. Most of the furniture is there but it's surrounded by other shit. There are boxes of greasy car parts and tools lying around and stains on the floor. What I've always liked most about Doug is how clean he is so I begin to ask him why he's allowed his house to become such a mess. He tells me that since I've been back, he's been spending all his time with me and hasn't had any time to clean his house. I tell him I'm not more important than housekeeping and he just rolls his eyes. My previous anger returns easily and I tell him soon I'll be leaving for vacation so he'll have all the time he wants to clean.
Just then, my cell phone rings. I answer and it is my boss. Without even waiting for me to finish saying "hello" he says, "If you want to keep this job the very least you could do is show up!" I look at the clock and realize I'm over an hour late for work! I apologize and tell him I've no idea how I forgot. I tell Doug I'm late for work and run out to my car.
I don't know why but I immediately sit in the passenger seat of my car and ask Doug to take me to work. He looks at me like I'm crazy and says "First of all, you need your car to take deliveries at work. Secondly, this is your car...why would I drive you?" I look over at my driver's seat and realize I left my window open and it stormed. The water is literally pooled in the seat. I almost cry as I begin to beg him to let me take his car to work. He's still upset about me dogging his housekeeping skills so he quickly denies me.
I'm left in the drive way, over an hour late for work and with what will surely become a soaked ass.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Dream #002
It's midday and I'm absolutely wasted in my parents' house. I do not know why, what I'm doing or who decided it was a good idea to get this drunk when my parents could possibly be home anytime. All I know is that I am completely obliterated.
The doorbell rings and I stumble onto the porch, not even bothering to look out the window beforehand. It's a high school friend of mine, Jen. I recognize her immediately because I have seen her here and there since high school. I greet her and look at the other people she's brought with her. In my drunken stupor however, I fall off the porch and land not-so-gently on my head in the flower bed.
As I regain my composure and wobble back onto the porch, Doug comes out from the house. I steady myself against the railing as I realize he's not as drunk as I am and none of the new arrivals are drunk at all. I squint my eyes at the other three people who I've deducted seem to be male. I cannot make out their faces but Jen tells me their names. I do not remember their names but I get the impression they are our other friends from high school. Unfortunately, it's been so long since I last saw them I cannot recognize them.
I start to lose interest in the conversation and look back into the house. I now realize I (or someone) left the front door open. As soon as I conclude this is a horrible thing, my dog comes running out the door. She leaps at the strangers on the porch but I am, rather unfortunately, in the way. My head is about to hit the ground as once again I drunkenly topple over.
The doorbell rings and I stumble onto the porch, not even bothering to look out the window beforehand. It's a high school friend of mine, Jen. I recognize her immediately because I have seen her here and there since high school. I greet her and look at the other people she's brought with her. In my drunken stupor however, I fall off the porch and land not-so-gently on my head in the flower bed.
As I regain my composure and wobble back onto the porch, Doug comes out from the house. I steady myself against the railing as I realize he's not as drunk as I am and none of the new arrivals are drunk at all. I squint my eyes at the other three people who I've deducted seem to be male. I cannot make out their faces but Jen tells me their names. I do not remember their names but I get the impression they are our other friends from high school. Unfortunately, it's been so long since I last saw them I cannot recognize them.
I start to lose interest in the conversation and look back into the house. I now realize I (or someone) left the front door open. As soon as I conclude this is a horrible thing, my dog comes running out the door. She leaps at the strangers on the porch but I am, rather unfortunately, in the way. My head is about to hit the ground as once again I drunkenly topple over.
Dream #001
I'm running along a railroad bridge high above green water. I don't know why I'm running or how I'm feeling (ex: scared or carefree) but I know I'm running very fast. There is someone running behind me. They're not chasing me as the sight of them does not make me scared. I do not know who they are though...I cannot say male or female or even what color hair they have, I just know they are there.
As we're running, I hear a train coming. We stop to press up against the railing of the bridge so as not to get hit by the train. I practically hold my breath to prevent the train from scraping me but before the train can get that close, a big black dog jumps in front of it, tackling the person next to me. They both tumble off the bridge and into the water below. I see the splash and wonder if perhaps I'm supposed to jump off after them.
In the time it takes me to consider my options, the black dog is at my side and the train is gone. I look down and see no sign of the person who fell. The dog walks past me and continues on down the railroad tracks.
As we're running, I hear a train coming. We stop to press up against the railing of the bridge so as not to get hit by the train. I practically hold my breath to prevent the train from scraping me but before the train can get that close, a big black dog jumps in front of it, tackling the person next to me. They both tumble off the bridge and into the water below. I see the splash and wonder if perhaps I'm supposed to jump off after them.
In the time it takes me to consider my options, the black dog is at my side and the train is gone. I look down and see no sign of the person who fell. The dog walks past me and continues on down the railroad tracks.
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