It’s funny how a night as restless as last night can be so full of vivid dreams.

I kept starting the same dream over and over again… I would arrive at my parents house in the middle of the night. The neighborhood was eerily still and darker than usual. The only sound I could hear was Christmas music coming from a parked car down at the end of the cul-de-sac. It appeared to be an older white SUV. The driver door was wide open. I couldn’t bring myself to investigate, only make my way back to the garage behind my parents’ house. The garage was set up like a dingy apartment, complete with dank smell and beat-up couch. I looked around and no one was inside, but I could hear someone’s muffled talking coming from somewhere nearby. My heart started racing and I woke up.

I started that dream about 4 times, each time the details were slightly different. The SUV was closer or farther, the voice was more or less distinguishable, and in one iteration, a bright light was coming from a window in the next door neighbor’s house. Not a clue what it meant, but I’m pretty sure the voice in the dream was my Mom’s. Either way, the dream kept me up allll night.

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SO, when I got to the studio, I decided to grab a couple more hours sleep. On my plans for today was to meet with deMarco and get some songwriting done. I knew I would be worthless on such little sleep so I postposed a couple hours and crashed. I guess that was a bad idea becuase the whole time, I dreamed that deMarco was here and had brought in a video crew to record our songwriting session. Also I had to use the bathroom and I couldn’t find it. And when I did finally find it, it was just a big room with lots of people in it. There were extra rooms in the studio as well. Big ones that I wasn’t really aware of. I have a ‘dream version’ of the studio. Not as in ’studio of my dreams,’ but more of ‘twisted version of the studio that appears in my nighttime visions.’ It’s a lot bigger, and usually some portion of it is under construction. Another common theme in this version is that the whole place is underwater, or had just been underwater and everything is wet. Straaange. I wish there was an alternate reality we could visit that housed all of the ‘dream versions’ of our favorite (or not so favorite) places.

Anyway I’m glad I’m awake now and feel somewhat useful. :/ Glad I got that written down.

Last night marks one of the strangest dream experiences of my life so far.

It was preceded, though, by a text I received from a friend of mine stating that he couldn’t sleep. I was already very close to being asleep myself, but I picked up the phone and started to respond anyway. Well anyone who knows me know that I text like I blink; all the time and practically involuntarily. At some point between deciding to respond to my friend, and actually responding, I fell asleep. I sent to him a text that made no sense and had few understandable words. About 15 minutes later, I get a text back from him that said simply “What?”

I quickly realized what I had done, but was so sleepy I didn’t respond to try to correct my mistake. I quickly returned to sleep. Now starts the dream.

I dreamt that I was realizing I had not only sent a sleep text to one of my friends, I had been in a fiery text debate with another friend about politics, which I then, in my dream, picked up my phone and looked at my text history, realizing I had been texting him in my sleep too. I re-read my non-existent sleep texts and laughed at how nonsensical they were, yet from the looks of the responses I had received, I apparently was making a good point. In one of my texts to him, I referred to one of the candidates “unholy practices.” That’s all I remember of those texts… (thank God).

The events of the dream to follow were my attempts at damage control, conversing with these friends of mine in person trying to explain what had happened. For some reason, I was walking with both of these friends to a final destination of my high school gym. Along the way we met my sister, who had just been camping with one of her childhood friends and had managed to somehow burn down her tent. We met P!nk, who we were told was about to start an aerobics class at my high school, which prompted me to ask if she’d be singing while instructing. There were a ton of little encounters with people and places along the way to the gym, but I won’t bore you with them.

When we finally made it to the Gym, there a few people standing around outside crying, but we proceeded anyway without asking. Inside, there were a handful of people sitting in random places all over the gym and bleachers. Everyone was dressed in blue jumpsuits and they were all crying. My friends and I stood in the center of the gym, observing the srangeness, no one saying a word. Suddenly, out of the clock above the door we came in, these black and white cartoony creatures emerged, all wielding bows and arrows. They were shooting at all the sad blue-clad gym people, arrows going right through people’s heads. There wasn’t a sense of danger for my friends and I, however. We made our way back out of the gym and I woke up.

Well the events of my dream were so memorable that I had to tell Korey. So I just started speaking out loud. shortly after starting my narrative, I was  dreaming again. I continued recounting the events out loud in an environment that was identical to our bedroom. I got up to get dressed, as did Korey, all the while still telling the events of the dream from which I had just woken up. This is the weird part…

Suddenly I was back in the previous dream, with Korey by my side, seeing the events from earlier in third person! I could see me, and my two friends talking to my sister and the burning tent, learning of P!nk’s aerobics classes and hearing my dorky question, etc. The real me was narrating to Korey what we were seeing, following the first dream’s group around all the same events.

The big difference is when we got to the gym and went inside. Instead of a few blue jumpsuits scattered around the place, there were hundreds and hundreds, wall to wall, everyone wearing blue. At that point, we lost track of our time travel group and Korey and I were the protagonists. The grayscale cartoons emerged from the clock and started shooting. This time, there was an incredible sense of danger. People were being shot right in front of us and we were dodging arrows. The gym started to evacuate down the hall in front of it, where we had entered. We were struggling not to get crushed by the chaotic crowd. After a few minutes of running down this hall, we ducked into a little cove where there was a door. We went in through to door to find my dad and my sister sitting on a table that was clearly meant for toddlers. Just when we recognized them, my mom and grandmother came bursting through the door. They were not wearing blue jumpsuits. I wondered to myself how I didn’t see them in the gym… We all sat down at the table, relieved to be away from the chaos. I started to recap the original dream to my mom, apparently still unaware that I was still dreaming. It was much more concise. At the end, she said that whenever there’s always an element of pandemonium in dreams. I pondered that statement and woke up.

I’ve never dreamt a dream twice in the same night. Nor have I ever sent a sleep text. Both firsts for me. I’m not sure what my brain was up to last night in its need to communicate. I’ve always felt like my dreams are very self-contained and finite. But this felt like a need to reach out and include people around me.

Unholy practices… *haha* Happy Election Day!

What do you get when you cross an all day Mythbusters marathon with a late sunday afternoon nap?

A dream in which I’m a part of the exclusive Mythbusters team. We were all hanging out and lounging around this lake, swimming and goofing off. The whole time, I had a sense that they were about to get rid of me. Nothing I said was clever or impressive to them. I’m pretty sure they all hated me… 

I think this is exactly how it would be if I actually was lucky enough to get on that show… Dreams aren’t supposed to be anything like real life!

I just woke up from a funny dream. Well it ended funny…

I was trying to save two unnamed dream friends of mine that had been smashed in an elevator shaft. I made my way to the sub-level to… um… use my supreme knowledge of elevator technology. Well that must have been too much for my brain because it quickly moved on to finding me a sno-cone place who’s flagship treat was their ketchup sno-cone. There were two women with kids that were related to me somehow, but we all got our sno-cones and took them out to the parking lot where the nice man who had sold them to us decided to bring us an ice chest FULL of kethup sno-cone slush. Great. Thanks. I honestly don’t remember what they tasted like but just typing this now is making me gag a little bit.

dream imagery

Well… last night’s dream was a free association of story lines. I remember bits and pieces…

First, I was about to have surgery. At 8pm. It was 7:45 and I hadn’t even gotten ready. So I quickly got dressed and headed to the clinic. There, the doctor came in and game me my pre-operation exam. All I remember him doing was touching all over. I also remember he had a really weathered leathery face. Anyway, he left the room and the nurse came back in. She said that he wasn’t feeling well so he decided to postpone the surgery til tomorrow night - same time, same place.

So, the next morning (?) I went out to eat with my family. My grandmother was there as well. We all sat around this big round table at what I think was a Mexican restaurant because there were chips on the table. Then they were all giving me gifts. Random crap that I don’t really recall, except for a ‘laptop keyboard’ which was simply a keyboard rearranged to be about 4 feet long and mere inches deep. I was so excited to use it. I guess at some point, we all left because I was then in what seemed like an old office or classroom with my dad and my grandmother. I was setting up the keyboard on my laptop. My plan was to design a web site with it. My grandmother chimed in and said she wanted a little animated Texas flag on hers. Alright… Not long after that, I found myself sitting in a strange house that seems, in recollection, to have been a combination of every house I’ve lived in… I was sitting by the back door, looking out to the back yard which was very dark green from tree canopy cover, and wet. I started chatting with this girl on the laptop, using my new long keyboard. Instantly within this conversation, I could tell she was falling in love with me. I told her I was not only gay, but taken. She didn’t seem to care. She kept pressing, saying things like “I can’t wait to hold you” and other things that were making me uncomfortable.

At some point, I had to get up. I don’t really know what was happening right about here. All I know is that when I came back, my keyboard was gone. By this time, the keybaord had morphed into one of those color sample fans with the conversation I was having with my wannabe GF scribbled on the pages. I was furious! I yelled around the house until finally Amy came downstairs and said that she had borrowed it and proceeded to tease me about the fact that I was talking to this girl. Since I had left the conversation, the girl had contributed more, saying some pretty angry things, scribbled on pages that were stapled onto the color fan.

My brain must have become bored with this storyline because next thing I know, I’m getting on a helicopter idling in a concrete field at dusk. Bright orange clouds littered a deep red sky. Joshua Jackson was the pilot. On board, three guys I considered friends of mine were waiting for me. They said we were going to visit Buffy. Something was wrong with her because she was going to kill her friends, which were the four of us. 

Inside the helicopter, there was more space and people than I had originally thought. Wood slats made up the floor. I stood against the wall and watched on as two women, one of them Asian, stabbed angrily at the floor with giant knives. There was blood coming up from the slats. I know I was also hearing their conversation but I don’t recall it. Suddenly, a giant red robot came up from the wood slats where the women had been stabbing. As the robot grew, it destroyed the helicopter, all of its passengers clinging to the giant red foe.

We clung to the giant until he dropped us off at the place where Buffy was waiting, which was a true-to-the-show over-sized mausoleum. We hid at the entrance, spying on her monologue. I don’t remember what she was saying, only that I noticed she was bigger than usual… kindof porky. Needless to say, we (her friends) didn’t want to be killed, so we decided to morph into different shapes. One of my friends morphed into the Incredible Hulk, another into Iron Man (possibly inspired by the red robot), another into Shrek, and I into Lightning McQueen (from Disney’s Cars).The disguises were perfect, because when we reentered the mausoleum, it was a theme restaurant at which Buffy was a waitress, looking even huskier that moments before. The four of us immediately assumed the roles of bus boys, cleaning tables and taking plates. Having tires for arms, of course I dropped the first plate I picked up, which was piled high with dog food. After cleaning that mess up, I found Buffy, who at this point was downright obese. I watched her as she talked to a customer; angry, disconnected. I worried about her.

Then I awoke.

Not a clue about this one. I never did have the surgery, which I think was supposed to be on my appendix. I don’t usually dream about Buffy, but one thing I always notice about my dreams is that the scenery seems to stand out more than anything. The striking landscapes my subconscious paints around the action taking place is always more memorable than the actions themselves. I wish I was an artist so I could paint these backdrops. Maybe I will!! I’ll take up dream art. Right… one more thing I don’t ever have time for. *sigh*

Silly dream last night…

I dreamt I was planning a wedding for someone and I had recieved white plastic foam placemats with a subtle rosey lace design for the reception I had ordered. I was severely displeased at the way they turned out, so I called Melanie C (of the Spice Girls) to help straighten it all out.

That’s all I can remember!

This morning, after waking from a non-sense dream that ended with me finding an expensive microphone someone had left at the studio (and being really ‘finders-keepers’ about it,) Korey rolled over, laid his head on my shoulder and did the “good morning, let’s sleep for a few more minutes like this” cuddle-up. I promptly fell back asleep, then at some point in my drifting realized I needed to get up and shower/shave before we left. However, my brain had other ideas. I kept drifting, and next thing I knew, Korey had me pinned up against a wall with one hand over my mouth and nose, and the other pushing down on my throat. I couldn’t breathe, let alone respond in protest. I tried fighting him, but I found I couldn’t move. I remained helpless, staring into his eyes, hoping he would see my pain. I remember distinctly that although I was looking directly into his eyes, I couldn’t make out where he was looking. Almost as if his eyes were solid black. He remained expressionless as well. I tried over and over as hard as I could to move a muscle, even if just to tap him. I wanted to hit him. Hard. Finally, after what seemed like minutes of struggle, I was able to start swinging. I quickly awoke because I was swinging in reality as well. I smacked Korey pretty hard on the back as I pulled myself out of this disturbing episode.

It’s funny how these things work. Once I awoke, I wasn’t really out of breath or sweaty nor was my heart pumping any faster than normal. But it was a relief to realize it was a dream. Not a pleasant one, but a dream nonetheless. I’ve never been cuddling with someone when one of these things happened. This is the second time I’ve slipped into sleep paralysis in the past three days. I really hope this isn’t the start of a new trend. I want to go back to dreaming there’s a dinosaur in my school!

This morning I woke up a little uneasy. It could be because lastnight I dreamt that I was dying.

I don’t remember the details of my subconscious adventure, but I vividly remember what it felt like to have life slipping out of me. I also remember the people that came to be by my side as it was happening. My sister, Amy, was there the whole time. deMarco was there, but only briefly. Korey was there, but not very present. My friend Chris came to visit for a moment. I remember the sadness that consumed me… the notion that there was so much I have yet to do. I was dissappointed in myself with the feeling that I hadn’t met enought people, made enough friends. My body ached and every muscle in my body grew weaker as I stepped into darkness. I actually died for a moment in my dream. It hurt…

So I don’t know what it means… I don’t feel a sense of motivation one might feel from having such an immersive experience. But I woke up with tears streaming down my face…

I miss buffy.

Ok. Here’s my dream from last night.

First, I was at a Dr. Phil convention taping in the Youth Chapel of St. Luke’s UMC. Ellen Degeneres and her partner were there with the elderly British adopted son (not cute). He was telling all of us about how sinful we all were. Then he did this segment where he had these little one-on-one sessions inside the Plexiglas box on stage. Well, the line for the sessions became so long they had to move it to the main office. In there, All I ended up doing was standing in line an making friends with the elderly British adpotee. He was a little younger now. And much shorter than he was previously.

Eventually Korey and I became sick of standing in line (Yes, somehow Korey made it into the picture). So we went down to the food court. I had forgotten my wallet in the Youth Chapel, though, so I went back up to get it while Korey stayed in line. When I got to the chapel, Ashlee Simpson was there clipping some electrical wires that were hanging from the fluorescent fixtures there. I started to call out, “be careful,” but then I noticed the switch was off. Then (in a subconscious display of a need to physically harm Ashlee, I’m sure of it) someone turned the switch on. I remember there being four red wires, a black and a white. I said, “you gotta group the red ones, Ashlee,” and she did. Sparks flew everywhere. So I said, “Do you have a volt-meter?” She looked in her bag. She had one. I told her she could use it to see which wires were hot so she could group them together. (Makes sense, right?). Then I invited Ashlee to come to Thanksgiving with my family this year. She didn’t respond.

On my way back down to the food court, I stumbled across this girl who was mumbling something to herself. I asked her if she needed help. She didn’t respond so I followed her. She led me to this large “Pi” symbol made out of rough stone in a desert somewhere. (You know the one adjacent to St. Luke’s. sheesh). There was a brick road that ran North to South in front of the sculpture. She was standing next to it when she told me she was waiting for her Father. I can’t remember why or where he was, but I remember I knew it was prehistoric times. I just felt it. She was wearing animal skin garb and had a bone through her nose. Maybe that’s what tipped me off. After a few minutes standing there, this man came from the West (don’t ask how I knew) and this young homeless-looking girl from the East. Both of them wearing modern-day clothes. The man was laughing at the “Pi” girl and taunting her. He said she was “stuck in the past” and would “never make it back.” The homeless girl motioned for me to come over to her Photo Developing Machine. It looked like a really big Polaroid Camera. She showed me how she had developed this new form of picture development. It used ‘Human Ink.” It seemed to make sense, so naturally I asked if she could develop some pictures of me. Mind you, I had no film to give her. But she obliged, and from the machine emerged a LARGE white envelope. We were then back in the Chapel.

The decorations were different now. Almost like a dance was about to happen. There were large screens all around the room and colored beams of light were shining all over the place. I peeked into the envelope. The paper was not unlike that of an X-Ray. The pictures were really grainy and the color was faint. I saw pictures of my late grandfather (whom I never met) at his prom. I don’t know how I knew it was him. I was really excited to see this at first, but then I became really disappointed. Then I pulled out another sheet, and printed all over it were faint little grainy pictures of me and my sister when I was about 4. All you could see was us from the neck up and we were smiling at eachother. We were against a light blue background, presumably sky. Each instance of this picture was slightly different. Then, as I went on to more pictures, I noticed that the video I made in High School for the trip we took to Florida was playing on the screens. It was showing all the part I was in and people were laughing at me. Not at what I was doing, but at me. I became overwhelmingly embarrassed and left the room.

Outside the Chapel was definitely not the Church. It was Astroworld. To my left was a pool. Korey was back at my side (sans food, I might mention). As we walked toward the pool we started to notice Astroworld was practically deserted. There were dead leaves everywhere and nothing was moving. When we got to the pool, we saw that there were a few people swimming in it. We also saw that the water was a murky green. The few swimming looked like they were having no fun at all. We walked into the chain link fence surrounding the pool and slowly walked around it. The mood was very somber. On the other side was a sign that read “Astroworld is not responsible for any disease or bacteria you may leave with.”

As we walked out of the gate and back into the Church. (??) We were on the opposite end of the hall where the Youth Chapel was located. I think we came in from of the janitor’s closet. There were women everywhere, looking for room 3050. Most of them were in their late 20’s, maybe early 30’s. (I lose Korey at this point.) One particularly attractive one came up to me and asked me where she could find room 3050. I laughed. No, I guffawed. At first she was startled by my outburst, but then I told her that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and I needed to draw a picture of her. So I did. It took me all of about 5 seconds but I had a very life-like picture of this woman now. I didn’t show it to her. I told her I had no idea where that room was, but that we could go find it together. So I ran off down the hall, picture in hand and beautiful woman behind me. I ran and ran as fast as I could and ran into all sorts of people I knew. I asked them all where room 3050 was, and none of them knew. Then I saw Andrea, a youth from St. Luke’s. She was dressed in Boy Scout clothes. I asked her where the room was and she said it was in the Boy Scout wing. “Of Course,” I thought, “Where else are there rooms with four digits?” She was headed there as well.

When we made it to the Boy Scout wing, the first thing I noticed was that it had burned down. All that was left was a wall on the left side, and really high wooden beams that made the shape of the building. It was all open to a electric blue dusk sky. My favorite time of day. On the ground, though, the St. Luke’s Pure Sound choir was assembling. There were a small set of bleachers right in front of them. Then it made sense - they were doing their “Boy Scout Follies.” Oh good, I had missed it last year. The frenzy of the gathering eventually turned into a parade. It was then I noticed that the ground was a street and there were shops and restaurants on either side like an outdoor mall. The mood was now very festive. Confetti and loud music and people dressed up in colorful clothing were everywhere. No clue as to what the occasion was, but since Korey was now back, we started yelling. Eventually we made it to a little coffee house turned bar on the left. It was lit brighter than anything else. Gretchen Wilson was inside singing one of her God-awful “hits.” (Even in my dreamsI tune her out!). I remember she was wearing a green tube-top and really low-rise jeans. Her back was facing the street and you could see her crack. After displaying my disgust at the scene, Korey said we didn’t have to go in. He knew the guy that was standing next to the bar. So he called out to him.

“Scott,” he shouted.

I thought to myself do I know a Scott? I do. I actually know a couple of them. But when Korey shouted again, I realized he wasn’t saying “Scott.”

“SCAR!!”

“Scar?” I shouted to him over all the bustle of the parade, “We know someone named Scar?”

“Sure,” Korey said, “He’ll get us drinks.”

Once we got Scar’s attention, he came out to the street to talk to us. After exchanging a few polite ‘how-do-you-do’s’, he was given our drink order. Korey whispered it into his ear. Scar retreated into the bar. Korey looked at me and smiled that goofy grin he always has. I nervously smiled back and said “I really didn’t want to drink tonight.”

“Just one,” he said.

“N-O,” I mouthed to him.

“These were expensive, and you deserve it.”

“I do,” I thought to myself. So I smiled and nodded. A few moments later Scar returned with our drinks. They consisted of a cup of what looked like watered-down Coke with ice, a tiny bowl full of egg whites and a lime. Now if I understood Scar correctly, you were supposed to dip the lime in the egg whites, bite it, then chase it with the coke - which I was then informed was just beer. I showed my confusion and disgust while Scar and Korey downed theirs. Scar put his arm around Korey, looked deep into his eyes and said “I always have loved you.”

Then I woke up.

If you are an interpreter of dreams, please let me know what this means. Otherwise I’ll just flitter about like a moth in a streetlight all day. My mind is exhausted.