Out of retirement.
I dreamt that I was abducted and taken into an insane asylum (were it not for the nature of this place in my dream I would use 'psychiatric hospital') against my will. I was not crazy, and I was pretty darn sure of it, but nobody else in my life seemed to be convinced. What had I done to harm anyone? Even my own family was unable to stand up for me.
Somehow I spent weeks in the asylum. It was located underground below a courtyard that resembled a graveyard but without any tombstones. There were dirt passages leading in all sorts of directions, many of which had metal gates and locks blocking them off to patients. The rooms in this asylum were visually interesting, though a bit horrifying. All the walls, floors, and furniture were plastered with torn up newspaper strips like paper mache. Even the beds had paper mache blankets, frames, and pillows. There was a hard crustiness to everything.
During my weeks in the asylum I got to know most of the patients there, and I had formed a secret group with others like me who weren't mentally unstable (for the most part). We met in the bedroom of one of the patients who was tall with thick glasses and dark black hair. Most of the rest of us slept in rooms with bunkbeds, but he had his own private room. During one of the meetings, he revealed to us a ray gun that he had created from things he found around the asylum. He said we could use it to destroy the locks on the various gates that stood before the tunnels we needed to access to escape. I had become familiar with the shifts of the guards and some of the weak points in their supposed constant surveillance of the patients. Because of this knowledge I was able to lead our small group of about eight patients through the series of tunnels that lead out of the asylum.
When we neared the last tunnel that I knew would lead us out to the tombless graveyard, I saw another tunnel that led in a different direction. I knew it wasn't the right way out, but it called to me and I knew I needed to see where it would take me. The rest of the group were eager to follow me wherever I led them, so they joined me.
After blasting off a series of locks, we found ourselves in a control room of sorts. I pressed a few buttons and somehow opened up a portal to parallel universes. A young dark-skinned kid (about 12 or 13 years old) ran out of the opening with a look of fear in his eyes. Beings in red cloaks with masks were chasing him, carrying some sort of computerized weapon. I hit a large green button and closed the portal before they could enter into my universe. The kid looked up at me and told me he needed to escape. I explained to him that he couldn't have met me at a better time.
I led the group of now 9 people out of the tunnel into the graveyard. Unfortunately the guards had discovered our absence and were running toward the main gate (which is where we were exiting). My tall friend with the gun destroyed the locks of the gate and we all began to flee, but the guards had gained on us. They started tossing small green, earthly looking spheres at us (they were slightly smaller than tennis balls). The spheres had a strange ability to cause humans to gravitate toward them, slowing them down immensely. Most of our company was caught up by these gravity balls, unable to escape their pull. Only the kid, the laser gun guy, and I were able to outrun the throw of the guards, and we sprinted down a freshly paved and painted road. We weren't safe for long; the guards jumped into their jeeps and started driving toward us. The chap with the gun told us he would take care of the "buggers" and that the kid and I should keep running. I thanked him with a nod and took off with the kid.
After an insanely long-distance sprint, we made it to an eerie blue apartment complex build next to an ocean beach. Even though it had a potentially beautiful location, it was completely empty. A nasty storm had come upon us, so we took shelter in there. I heard one of the jeeps pull up to the building, so the kid and I ducked into an unlit room and hid there.
While we were there, the kid explained to me that he brought great danger to my universe because very evil and powerful people were after him. He told me that a near infinite number of parallel universes existed, and that every person ever to have lived or that ever would live had different versions of themselves dwelling in these other universes. However, he was completely unique. There were no other versions of this kid in any parallel universe, and this uniqueness is what made his enemies fear him enough to try to destroy him. The kid told me he had powers he didn't understand and wouldn't be able to explain to me.
Then I awoke.
Friday, August 12, 2016
Friday, February 5, 2016
Dream #544 (February 5, 2016) Neil's In-Laws
Kind of boring.
I dreamt that I was visiting the in-laws of my friend Neil (he and his wife Hannah were also present). However, even then I knew they were his in-laws in my dream, they were actually his real parents from real life, so that was kind of weird. They were very hospitable and served a lot of delicious egg-based foods while I stayed with them. Nearly 100% of the time my dreams take place during some form of twilight, but this dream was in constant blue-sky daytime. Neil's in-parents lived in a large fancy lake house and had several servants who were always busy.
I spent much of the dream going through Neil and Hannah's childhood belongings. They were trying to figure out which things they wanted to keep and which they wanted to throw out. There was an entire bedroom in the giant bakehouse (basically a mansion) stacked from floor to ceiling with various papers, drawings, photos, and news clippings that they had saved over the years. Hannah kept showing me things Neil had written from his middle school newspaper, and they all seemed to be worth the read. We discussed how it was simultaneously fun and sad to go through the old memories.
After hours of this, I went upstairs with Neil and Hannah's sister Carrie to go make sandwiches for everyone. We were also joined by a golden retriever. I remember packing all of the sandwiches into a bright neon green and blue lunch bag that Neil and Hannah were going to take back with them to Montana (we were all in Illinois for some reason). Neil and I then went to build a transparent puzzle (which I had never heard of before and might seriously consider inventing). Suddenly Hannah ran up from the basement carrying some portable holograph player and showed a video that had been made by one of her ancestors. The old, eccentric man in the holograph said he hid a special note in an old lunch pale. I remembered seeing the lunch pale earlier that day and asked Neil's mother-in-law (actual mom) if she knew where it was and she panicked because she had just thrown it into the lake in the backyard.
I immediately jumped up, ran out of the house, scrambled down the embanked backyard, and dove into the lake. I was underwater for a scary amount of time, and I could hear muddy screams as I resurfaced with the lunch pale. They yells of concern turned to cheers as I came out of the lake. I also pulled an old rocking chair up with me. The family took out the letter and read it together. They all cried, but I was unable to participate because they all read it silently and there wasn't space for me to get a peak. So I waited patiently in the rocking chair I had discovered.
I began walking away after awhile. I was alone. The dog followed me for a bit, but I told him to go back to his family. I was soon again in twilight. Everything was dust and sand and fog. Out of nowhere I stumbled upon a racetrack and a lone sprinter was sprinting lap after lap after lap around it. There was an enormous tire in the track, larger than any I had ever seen, and the runner would climb through its center each time he encountered it.
I sat in the dust at the edge of the track near the tire and watched the runner for what seemed like an hour. He never grew tired. He was wearing a white jersey with a single red diagonal stripe across the front and white shorts. He was also carrying a black baton.
Then I awoke.
I dreamt that I was visiting the in-laws of my friend Neil (he and his wife Hannah were also present). However, even then I knew they were his in-laws in my dream, they were actually his real parents from real life, so that was kind of weird. They were very hospitable and served a lot of delicious egg-based foods while I stayed with them. Nearly 100% of the time my dreams take place during some form of twilight, but this dream was in constant blue-sky daytime. Neil's in-parents lived in a large fancy lake house and had several servants who were always busy.
I spent much of the dream going through Neil and Hannah's childhood belongings. They were trying to figure out which things they wanted to keep and which they wanted to throw out. There was an entire bedroom in the giant bakehouse (basically a mansion) stacked from floor to ceiling with various papers, drawings, photos, and news clippings that they had saved over the years. Hannah kept showing me things Neil had written from his middle school newspaper, and they all seemed to be worth the read. We discussed how it was simultaneously fun and sad to go through the old memories.
After hours of this, I went upstairs with Neil and Hannah's sister Carrie to go make sandwiches for everyone. We were also joined by a golden retriever. I remember packing all of the sandwiches into a bright neon green and blue lunch bag that Neil and Hannah were going to take back with them to Montana (we were all in Illinois for some reason). Neil and I then went to build a transparent puzzle (which I had never heard of before and might seriously consider inventing). Suddenly Hannah ran up from the basement carrying some portable holograph player and showed a video that had been made by one of her ancestors. The old, eccentric man in the holograph said he hid a special note in an old lunch pale. I remembered seeing the lunch pale earlier that day and asked Neil's mother-in-law (actual mom) if she knew where it was and she panicked because she had just thrown it into the lake in the backyard.
I immediately jumped up, ran out of the house, scrambled down the embanked backyard, and dove into the lake. I was underwater for a scary amount of time, and I could hear muddy screams as I resurfaced with the lunch pale. They yells of concern turned to cheers as I came out of the lake. I also pulled an old rocking chair up with me. The family took out the letter and read it together. They all cried, but I was unable to participate because they all read it silently and there wasn't space for me to get a peak. So I waited patiently in the rocking chair I had discovered.
I began walking away after awhile. I was alone. The dog followed me for a bit, but I told him to go back to his family. I was soon again in twilight. Everything was dust and sand and fog. Out of nowhere I stumbled upon a racetrack and a lone sprinter was sprinting lap after lap after lap around it. There was an enormous tire in the track, larger than any I had ever seen, and the runner would climb through its center each time he encountered it.
I sat in the dust at the edge of the track near the tire and watched the runner for what seemed like an hour. He never grew tired. He was wearing a white jersey with a single red diagonal stripe across the front and white shorts. He was also carrying a black baton.
Then I awoke.
Thursday, February 4, 2016
Dream #543 (February 4, 2016) The Future and Teleportation
The return of the dream blog (for now).
I dreamt that I was living in a small community at some point in the future. The couple dozen of us lived in a large spaceship that had crash-landed by Navy Pier in Chicago. Though in my dream Navy Pier was surrounded by suburbs. The community had built an electric fence around Navy Pier to keep out any unwanted creatures and people (though there were not many people in those days). I was a bit of a rebel and liked to wander about the suburbs from time to time, exploring the vacant homes and contemplating their collective emptiness. When I would try to return to the pier community of peers, they would always give me a hard time and threaten to not let me back in the next time, but they always let me back in.
However, on this particular occasion, a sudden violent storm hit Chicago. I was forced to take refuge in one of the homes so as not to get blown away. The lights no longer worked in these houses anyway, so I was prepared with a flashlight. I took shelter in the basement, where I found an old gas-powered Mole Transporter. These things used lawnmower engines for power and were capable of opening up holes in time-space allowing transport to other Moles. Moles were very expensive in their day, though there weren't too uncommon. The pier community had one sitting in the center of the outdoor meeting area near the lake. I urgently needed to return to the community because we had at last fixed the spaceship and were going to actually try to fly it to find other humans who had abandoned Earth.
I started punching in the numbers of my destination, then pulled the lawnmower engine to start up the Mole. I hoped that someone in the community was near the Mole there so that they could power it up (they would see an incoming transport and start the engine; otherwise I wouldn't transport anywhere and instead just get a really bad headache, like I had just run into a brick wall). I made several transport attempts, but to no avail. After trying about 5 times (my head was killing me), I tried one last time. Luckily, one brave soul had ran out from the storm shelter to retrieve something and saw the incoming transport. He started up and engine and greeted me as I entered.
We both ran into the spaceship (which look like a classic UFO, but was crazy huge). The interior weirdly resembled the church I grew up going to in Koontz Lake, IN, though all the walls were more rounded to account for the shape of the spaceship. Every person of the pier community was at a different station, doing what needed to be done in order for flight to occur. My station was a double station: cycling/gunman. I would ride an exercise bike that was hooked up to a bunch of old arcade games (somehow used as a power converter), and I would supply energy to the whole ship (I had plenty of Gatorade to keep me going - a product placement in my dream). I also had the controls to some of the weapons of the ship near me just in case we encountered meteors or other flying enemies in our path.
I grabbed a towel and some G-rade and hopped on the bike. Then a young man came running up to me and said that we had an incoming transport on the Mole (we had moved it inside). We didn't know who or what would be coming to us and couldn't decide if we should accept it. We called for the rest of the community to come down so we could make a decision together.
Then I awoke.
I dreamt that I was living in a small community at some point in the future. The couple dozen of us lived in a large spaceship that had crash-landed by Navy Pier in Chicago. Though in my dream Navy Pier was surrounded by suburbs. The community had built an electric fence around Navy Pier to keep out any unwanted creatures and people (though there were not many people in those days). I was a bit of a rebel and liked to wander about the suburbs from time to time, exploring the vacant homes and contemplating their collective emptiness. When I would try to return to the pier community of peers, they would always give me a hard time and threaten to not let me back in the next time, but they always let me back in.
However, on this particular occasion, a sudden violent storm hit Chicago. I was forced to take refuge in one of the homes so as not to get blown away. The lights no longer worked in these houses anyway, so I was prepared with a flashlight. I took shelter in the basement, where I found an old gas-powered Mole Transporter. These things used lawnmower engines for power and were capable of opening up holes in time-space allowing transport to other Moles. Moles were very expensive in their day, though there weren't too uncommon. The pier community had one sitting in the center of the outdoor meeting area near the lake. I urgently needed to return to the community because we had at last fixed the spaceship and were going to actually try to fly it to find other humans who had abandoned Earth.
I started punching in the numbers of my destination, then pulled the lawnmower engine to start up the Mole. I hoped that someone in the community was near the Mole there so that they could power it up (they would see an incoming transport and start the engine; otherwise I wouldn't transport anywhere and instead just get a really bad headache, like I had just run into a brick wall). I made several transport attempts, but to no avail. After trying about 5 times (my head was killing me), I tried one last time. Luckily, one brave soul had ran out from the storm shelter to retrieve something and saw the incoming transport. He started up and engine and greeted me as I entered.
We both ran into the spaceship (which look like a classic UFO, but was crazy huge). The interior weirdly resembled the church I grew up going to in Koontz Lake, IN, though all the walls were more rounded to account for the shape of the spaceship. Every person of the pier community was at a different station, doing what needed to be done in order for flight to occur. My station was a double station: cycling/gunman. I would ride an exercise bike that was hooked up to a bunch of old arcade games (somehow used as a power converter), and I would supply energy to the whole ship (I had plenty of Gatorade to keep me going - a product placement in my dream). I also had the controls to some of the weapons of the ship near me just in case we encountered meteors or other flying enemies in our path.
I grabbed a towel and some G-rade and hopped on the bike. Then a young man came running up to me and said that we had an incoming transport on the Mole (we had moved it inside). We didn't know who or what would be coming to us and couldn't decide if we should accept it. We called for the rest of the community to come down so we could make a decision together.
Then I awoke.
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