Dream #473 (September 30, 2012)

I wish that I were back to blogging my dreams regularly, but I just don't have the time these days.  Perhaps I will in November.


I began this dream as an extra hand on a feature film shooting in Virginia Beach.  After setting up a bunch of Arri lights with 1/4 blue gels and soft diffusions in a large and fancy house, I went into a side room and relaxed with a couple other production assistants while the scene was being shot.

I sat across from a chick I knew from high school (in my dream only) and asked how things were going.  Shortly after I had a seat, a gorgeous girl sat down next to me and asked a philosophical question about the value of film on this world.

Her beauty made me very nervous, and I grew very quite (something that often occurs when I'm nervous).  After the chick across from me began saying some things about film that I disagreed with, I finally spoke up.  Surprisingly, I didn't defend the art form as it is today.  Rather, I questioned if it did more harm than good to our society.  Does a good film, that causes people to ask important questions, stick with people long enough to have a lasting effect?  That is a discussion for a later time.

Anyway, I began having a deep discussion with the beautiful girl next to me, and I somehow felt comfortable.

Next thing I knew, I was out in a dark green yard at midnight walking with this gal, talking about life.  We sat down on a swing and looked into each other's eyes.

Suddenly, a great creature ran past us.  I thought it was a large dog at first, but after passing us, it abruptly came to a stop and turned to face us.  It was a mountain lion, much bigger than any mountain lion in real life.  It opened its great mouth and ran right at my lady friend.  I pulled her to me with little hope of survival.

Then, from behind us, a great lion, even bigger than the mountain lion, jumped over the swing and attacked the mountain lion.

The two of us watched the battle ensue for a while, then realized how much danger we were in and managed to sneak back into the house.

When we entered, we found ourselves in a great gymnasium.  It must have had a 100-foot ceiling (I know that is absolutely huge, but that is what I dreamt).  There the old friend from high school met us and asked us how we were doing.

Then I found myself in Koontz Lake Missionary Church wearing a nice suit.  I knew then that I was marrying the woman, and that she was already with child (though I honestly didn't know how that could have happened since certain actions were not within my dream memory).  I knew my dad was a bit suspicious, since the wedding happened so quickly.  I didn't want him to be disappointed in me, for I had done so well staying pure, and I had been an example for others up until that point.  But it was all destroyed.

I walked out of the secretary's office and headed for the front of the sanctuary as Casey (one of my piano teachers when I was a child) played the piano beautifully.

At that point, I wished that I was dreaming, but I wasn't.  I couldn't have been.  It was all real, and my world was all coming apart.  Why couldn't such a horrible feeling be in a dream?

Then the sanctuary began to warp around me.  As it blurred and re-focused, I celebrated, for I knew I was in a dream world.

Suddenly, I reappeared in the gym, in 'real' life, and I was with the young women of whom I had grown quite fond.

We began to talk about Sadie, my family's old dog that had passed away several years ago.


Then I awoke.

Dream #472 (September 2, 2012)

For the black lab.

In the beginning of my dream, according to my wishes, I dreamt that I was sitting by Sadie, the family dog that was buried years ago.  In the dream I knew that the time remaining in her life on earth was coming to a close, and I wanted to be there when she passed.  I was sitting with her in a place that resembled my parents' basement, though it had a great hole in the wall that led into a thick wooded area.

As scratched behind her ears and under her neck, I heard a man calling my name.  I didn't want to leave Sadie there to die alone, so I ignored the voice.  It increased in volume with every yell, yet I held my ground.

Suddenly, Matt (my older brother) ran past me wearing short black shorts, a white headband, and a red track jersey.  As he took off into the woods, he shouted a goodbye to me and the dog.  Moments later, dozens of other runners ran beside and over me as they made their collective way into the woods.

After this incident, the great voice shouted my name one last time in such a strong way that I could not help but leave Sadie.  I took three steps up the stairs and looked back and saw my dog sprawled out on the ground, seemingly dead.  I ran back over to her and found that she was only sleeping, so I went back upstairs.

I was greeted by a fat Italian man with a thick black mustache and a worn out white tank top.  He told me and a host of other orphans to sit at the table, and we obeyed.

The old wooden table was filled with bits and pieces of what was once good food, but had since decreased in appearance and taste.  At one end sat a larger-than-life woman in a nasty pink puffy dress, and at the other was the Italian.  Once the two of them filled their plates, the orphans and I scrambled to snatch what was left.  I ended up with one half of a roll and a gnarly piece of ham.

While we were eating, and with food in his mouth, the Italian glared at me and blurted out, "Your dog is dead."  My heart ached.  I stood up and told him that I was leaving for Ecuador, and he told me that the plane had already left.

I decided to leave anyway.

I grabbed my luggage and made my way out of the house.

Before I left, I looked for Sadie and, in her stead, I discovered several tiny black puppies running about.  I then witnessed Nemo, my parents cat, trying to eat one of the puppies, and I quickly grabbed the cat by the neck and threw it across the room.  I patted the little pup on the head and left.

I hopped on a turquoise-colored train that was suspended in the air.  It traveled at great speeds through a vortex of swirling green and purple lights, through a deep black abyss, then out into a saturated field of green grass.  I hoped off near a grove of trees and decided to use the airport restroom (the airport was as all outdoor airport, and each toilet was sheltered only by a short tree).

I couldn't find a clean toilet to utilize, so I grabbed some toilet paper so that I could wipe off one of the seats.  After grabbing hold of it, though, I looked at my hand and noticed that it was covered in a light reddish-brown odorous matter.  I worked hard not to throw up and found new paper with which I cleaned the seat.

After doing my business, I looked at a clock that was hanging from a tree and noticed that my flight was scheduled to leave in a matter of seconds.  I rushed over to where the planes were loading and was relieved to discover that the clock I had seen was off significantly.

I was greeted, then, by my friend Jon Ayee, who took a look at my tiny luggage bag and asked me if that was all I planned on taking to Ecuador.  I opened it up and found only two changes of clothes and a turkey sandwich.  He laughed, but I panicked.  I was planning on spending six weeks in Ecuador, and I was surely not outfitted for that amount of time.

I searched for a phone so that I could call somebody to have them bring me more stuff.  I was successful, but I had no change on me.

Then I awoke.