Quand Je Rêve

My life of crime

2013-09-26T19:26:00.000-04:00

Since my last dream it seems that I went from victim to accomplice. In my most recent dream I was the right hand man of a crime boss who looked amazingly like Andre Braugher. As his right hand man I carried a case that contained anything he might need for the business at hand. It was bigger than a briefcase but not quite the size of a suitcase.

In the dream my boss had to attend a meeting with other crime bosses. Associates were not allowed at the table. However, since I was the new guy I had trouble finding a place to sit while still being able to keep an eye on my boss in case an attempt was made on my life.

Eventually I found a place to sit among the outdoor seating. A few of the more experienced associates of other bosses started giving me a hard time. I wasn't scared because in the dream I know how to take care of situations like this but, before I could do anything to the three men a commotion started inside the building. I leapt into action then of course I woke up.

Stolen car

2013-09-25T04:47:00.000-04:00

I had a dream where my car was stolen while I was at work. I kept asking the people I worked with if they knew anything about it and they gave very vague answers.

So I ventured out into the neighborhood surrounding the office and began to ask passersby about my car and got the same non-answers.

Eventually a gentleman in a sports coat and brown leather pants felt some sort of pity on me and took me to the local low-level mob boss. The mob boss was very angry with me and asked me what I wanted. I showed respect to him and carefully chose my words asking for my car back. He said he could have it arranged for $500 but every Friday night I would be his courier and drop off envelopes to one of his associates who had a cool mob name but I can't recall what it was.

I agreed to the deal but I was still without the car until I could produce the $500 which wouldn't be for a few days. My job was very far away from my home however the commute from office to home was all downhill. Thanks to my previously mentioned super power of skating across any surface, I was able to basically skate down hill at a pretty good clip. The problem was I was still a pedestrian technically and drivers kept trying to hit me. No problem as one of my other dream super powers kicked in and that power is to leap to incredible heights. Usually about two stories.

Then other pedestrians started chasing me for some reason and were able to keep up with me. It wasn't until they took a wrong turn and slammed into a wall that I was able to escape.

Then I woke up.

The Teal House of Blood and Gore

2013-09-23T22:02:00.000-04:00

I don't have a lot of violent dreams if ever. Mostly when I have a bad dream it's of the psychological nature. Except for one occasionally recurring dream I have.

It starts out that I'm driving my car home from somewhere. There are two roads that I can take. One takes forever. The other is relatively quick but there's sort of a toll you have to pay to use this road.

On the side of this road lies a one story 1970s teal house that has been converted into kind of a store except it's not a store. In the dream anyone who uses the road is required by law to stop at the teal house. It has one employee that sits behind one of those metal mesh cages. I don't know what she's there for. Maybe to collect the pieces of souls that are left behind by everyone who visits there.

Anyway in the house lies several rooms and you have to visit each one. In each room is a different scene of real violence and gore. Some shown on TV screens others are live and ion front of you. You have to watch everything and make it through without freaking out. If you do freak out you have to start all over again. I freaked out during my first visit but woke up before I had to start over again. In subsequent visits I have been able to go through without freaking out and then I go on my merry way.

Lost Love Prime and the helicopter crash

2013-09-21T19:36:00.001-04:00

I recently had a dream where I was in a small helicopter hovering over the town I grew up in. Someone on the helicopter, an older woman, wanted me to see a hidden building that had been in the town for years but could only be seen from the air. In the dream I remembered hearing tales of the building in my childhood but thought it was just a myth.

As the helicopter approached the site it flew too low and something clipped the main rotor. We started to go down in what looked like a wooded area then everything went dark.

When I regained consciousness in the dream it was 30 years prior and I woke up in front of the house of my first lost love. Not the lost love I've posted about before but the first girl I ever had a real affection for in my teens. She was more like a never had love because she was my first lesson about the 'friend zone'. However here I was back in time, a teenager again with the knowledge of a much older and wiser man. There would be no way she's be able to resist me now.

It took no time before she fell for my charms and while we were kissing I became visibly and noticeably aroused. She felt that I was moving too fast and punched me right in the arousal appendage. That will wake you up in no time.

I have no idea why I dreamt about her. I haven't even thought about her in decades. You see, when I was a teen I embarrassed myself several times in trying to win her affections so it pains me to think about that time in my life. I try to leave the past where it is.

Colorado

2013-09-21T18:56:00.000-04:00

I had a dream that I was supposed to meet my mother and father out west somewhere. So I got in my car and left the East Coast and set out west.

It felt like no time at all that I was driving through snow capped mountains. Specifically a snowy bridge that was going over a river but. for some reason I had some kind of memory loss and didn't know what state I was in. I guessed that I was already in Colorado and that it was so nice I might stay here forever.

For some reason I left my car on the side of the road and continued on snowboard which was cool. I got to a town and I found a pay phone with a strange area code on it. I tried to identify it by doing a web search in my cell phone but for some reason I can never get my cell phone to work properly in my dreams. That excluded using the phone's GPS too.

I found a small mom and pop store and bought a Coke and a pack of cigarettes. I asked them what state I was in and they just laughed. I ran through some state names like Kansas and Colorado but they continued to laugh.

My family finally caught up with me and told me that I had only reached Pennsylvania. My level of disappointment bordered on suicidal then I woke up.

The mystical land of Pagani

2013-08-18T18:02:00.000-04:00

In my last dream I was on a boat with one of my ex-bosses and his family. He tells me that we're going to the community of Pagani. That name was totally made up in the dream by the way.

I remember telling my boss that I grew up not too far from there but my father would never take me there for some reason as Pagani is only accessible by boat. Knowing my dad he was probably persona non grata there for his usual shadiness.

It turned out my boss had friends in Pagani. The people of Pagani were very friendly and community minded but they were large people too. Think white Mormon Samoans.

So as we're siting in a second story deck enjoying the weather of a summer's evening we see four native Paganians get into a drunken tussle that suddenly turns violent. One of them struck the other one do hard with his fist that the other man's hand became violently detached from his arm.

Our hosts continued to apologize to us stating that this wasn't typical behavior in their community. Then I woke up.

Yeah, I have no idea what it means either.

Accomplishments

2011-03-28T09:57:00.000-04:00

9/27/2010

In the second dream I was back at my childhood home and the dream took place 15 years ago. There was some kind of event going on. The kind of event where each neighbor decorates the front of their house.

My mom wanted to decorate the house with a list of my achievements. 15 years ago that list would not have been very long but in the dream in had a few items on it.

I vehemently protested about having my achievements put on display for the whole neighborhood to see.

My mom asked me rather angrily "Don't you want to stand out?"

I replied "No, I just want to blend into the background."

My mom was appalled by that reply.

15 years ago that would not have been my actual answer. Back then I wanted to stand out and be the center of attention, It wasn't until I got much older that I realized it's easier to go through life unnoticed.

That may sound like a defeatist attitude but unfortunately that's the reality of it. If I had spent more of my life trying not to be noticed instead of drawing attention to myself my life would have been much more peaceful.

Alternate Universe

2011-03-24T11:48:00.000-04:00

9/27/2010

Over the weekend I had two very intense dreams.

In the first one an alternate universe had been discovered along with a way to travel to it.

I was one of a handful of civilians picked to take a tour of the new universe.

On the alternate Earth we were taken to a beach where archaeologists were excavating. It appeared that this Earth was not inhabited.

The beaches were covered with multicolored sand like you would see in one of those sand art bottles but the changes in color were much more subtle than that.

When we got back to our Earth it seems that we were followed by super powered beings. (I read too many comics) They didn't look like your normal invading horde and they were very polite. Polite or not they were still trying to take over.

While on the other Earth we were given weapons to fend off any threats. They looked like small Bic lighters that shot a fluid that looked like water. The weapons did not work on either Earth. I would spray the super powered beings with the fluid and they would politely ask me to stop. That makes it sound like the alternate Earth was just a super powered Canada.

The second dream will be in the next post.

Chocolate shake sex

2011-03-23T10:53:00.001-04:00

I'm back dreamers. It's been a while and I still have some old dreams to get out of the dream book but I'm hoping to keep this site more active now.

9/24/2010

Just when I said that I rarely dream about my wife I had another dream about her last night.

For the past couple of days my wife has been craving a chocolate milkshake. And in the past few days the places I've been going to either their shake machine is not working or they've been 'out' of shakes.

Last night I was finally able to procure a shake for her. She was extremely grateful and even posted on Facebook about how grateful she was. That gave me a warm feeling knowing how appreciative she was.

Last night when I finally got to sleep I dreamt that my wife was so grateful about the shake that we had sex because of it. She probably was grateful enough that we would have had sex because of it but the problem is we can't.

My wife is disabled and due to medical reasons we haven't had sex in some time. Yes, in the beginning it was very frustrating however there is no use in getting upset over it or by being frustrated over it.

I like to think that our love transcends sex.

Blue Omega Tattoo

2010-10-20T01:30:00.000-04:00

9/23/2010

The other night I dreamt about my wife. It's actually very rare for me to dream about my wife. I guess because my dreams came true when I met her.

In this dream my wife got a tattoo on her back between her shoulders of a pale blue symbol for the Greek letter Omega. I don't know if it was because of the tattoo or she got one because she had to but either way in the dream she was made a Blue Lantern.

For those of you who don't follow comics the Blue Lanterns are pacifist versions of the Green Lanterns.

My wife chose not to wear the Blue Lantern costume though. In real life she doesn't do costumes.

So after seeing the glowing blue ring on her finger and her new tattoo I knew what I had to do. I went to the same tattoo parlor that she did and had the Green Lantern symbol tattooed across my back and much larger that her tattoo.

The tattoo parlor had a mirror that I could look directly in and see my back and the tattoo was perfect. Unfortunately I woke up before I could get my Green Lantern ring.

If I ever were to get a Green Lantern power ring in my dreams and have and look and function the way it does in the comics I would never want to wake up.

Lost Love in Philadelphia

2010-10-18T01:55:00.000-04:00

9/15/2010

I had another Lost Love dream again last night. I seriously don't know what is up with that. I wonder if my writing about it is perpetuating the dreams.

Anyway in the dream LL and myself were once again our younger selves from back in the day. We were in Philadelphia which is a city I do have some familiarity with. We were at a public pool but it didn't seem like a typical city pool as the surroundings were almost rural in nature.

It wasn't pool weather as we were both wearing coats. She kept asking me to hold on to her cigarettes because her mom didn't like her smoking. I remember the brand was Marlboro Lights which is a brand I haven't smoked in years. The smoking was weird because she never smoked the entire time that I knew her.

I don't miss her in the romantic sense. I don't spend my days longing to see her again. I just find it bizarre that I would start dreaming about her after 15 years.

Dream: Mom's Dead

2010-10-17T23:15:00.000-04:00

9/13/2010

The night after the Night of Many Dreams I had a dream that my mom had passed away...sort of.

In the dream my brother called me and told me that she had died. I felt bad but not for my mom. I felt worse for my brother since he lived with her and would have to take care of all the necessary arrangements because I am clueless when it comes to things like that. However dreams being what they are there was a strange twist.

After being told that my mom was dead I went to her house and she was very much alive. There was no explanation to it and I just accepted it.

Then my brother tells me that he's driving mom someplace and asked me if I wanted to go with them. I said no but then my brother asked me again through gritted teeth like I didn't have a choice. Then I woke up.

This dream disturbed me for a couple of reasons. The first is that my mother is currently going through radiation treatment for cancer so her death is a possibility. The second is I don't want my mother to die even though death is always inevitable. I've known that since I've been old enough to know what death is and in my family that was really young. The last thing is that ever since my dad died I've been having dreams about him being alive. I'm not looking forward to the day when I start having dreams about my zombie parents.

The Night of Many Dreams IV

2010-10-14T23:54:00.000-04:00

In the last dream I was driving a motorcycle which is weird because I've never driven one in real life. While driving I was forced to drive through fenced off areas that were crawling with killers and psychos all wanting to do me harm.

At one point a married woman jumped on the back of my bike hoping I would help her escape.

We reached the end of the fenced off area and I tried to escape by turning the bike sideways hoping it would break through the chain link fencing and leave a hole big enough for us to escape. The bike did create a big enough hole however I had misjudged my plan. I was able to roll through the hole safely however my passenger had no such luck.

While trying to roll through the hold her face was impaled on a jagged piece of metal that impaled her right abover her lip. She was killed instantly and her husband swore revenge against me.

When I woke up I felt kind of lightheaded and weak and kind of freaked out from the dreams. Enough so that I did not feel like partaking in any of my usual weekend activities.

The night of many dreams III

2010-10-11T01:45:00.000-04:00

9/12/2010

Before the next dream got underway there was a brief interlude where I was having a dream orgy where I was the only man involved. I was conscious to the fact that this was a dream. Something that used to happen frequently but hasn't happened in some time.

In the next dream I was back in my home state adorned in what I like to call my detective outfit, a long black trench coat and a shirt and tie. I was also wearing a pair of black gloves that had white stitching.

I was in my car sitting in the passenger seat. In the car were 3 other men dressed similarly. I forget the purpose of our journey but in part of the dream we had to drive into the territory of illegal narcotics manufacturers and had to leave quickly by using some Hollywood style stunt driving.

Afterward the driver and myself got into an argument about who controls the car radio. He claimed he did since he was driving but I said I did because it was my car.

We reached our destination which was some kind of committee meeting. We seemed to look for approval and direction from said committee. I was critiqued on my style of dress by the committee and they approved and were especially fond of the gloves. They also told me that I had every right to punch the driver in the face over control of the radio since it was my car.

The night of many dreams II

2010-10-11T00:11:00.000-04:00

9/12/2010

The next dream was about my wife.

In the dream she was committed to an asylum and it was a wrongful committal. However in the dream she did not fight it for some reason. She was taken away handcuffed in a large motorboat. Apparently that was the only way to reach the asylum.

I swore I would get her out and all those who put her in there would pay. I did not get far in my quest for justice however. I embarked on my task by getting into my car but while driving I got a call from my father in law. It seems he found a college ring in my house and wanted to know if he could keep it. I had him describe it to me and after the description I told him that it belonged to my brother in law and would have to ask him for permission to keep it.

Then that part of the dream ended.

The night of many dreams

2010-10-10T22:17:00.000-04:00

9/12/2010

This past Friday into Saturday I was awake for 28 hours straight after having only slept the night before for 3 hours. This was done partially by choice and partially not. When I finally went to sleep I slept on and off for 14 hours being in the waking world only an hour or so.

I haven't dreamt since last weekend but in this 14 hour span it seems like I made up for lost time. It felt like I dreamed for the entire 14 hours.

The first dream was about my 'Lost Love' again. I have a theory as to why I've been dreaming about her lately but that will have to wait for another time. In the dream we were in a large airport trying to get from Dallas, Texas to where I live now which is strange considering I don't think LL has ever been here.

The airport was a large maze-like complex and we found it difficult getting to our flight. The difficulty of our journey not only led to us ending up outside of the airport but we were miles away from where we needed to be. Luckily we found ourselves near LL's car. We did not know our way around the city and kept trying to get back to the airport. LL was a horrible driver and I had her pull over so I could drive. It turns out that the reason her driving was so horrible was because the car did not have functioning brakes. The last thing I remember about this dream was that the car was going down a San Francisco type hill. We were not in imminent danger even though I was having trouble bringing the car to a stop.

Then the first dream ended.

Dreaming the future

2010-10-10T15:28:00.000-04:00

Have you ever had a dream that foretold the future? I did sort of about 20 years ago.

At the time I was ill with a strep throat and I was running a fever. That night before I went to sleep I watched an episode of Star Trek: Deep Space 9. In that episode it showed Commander Sisko watching his wife die while being covered in rubble after an attack by the Borg. That night I had a dream where a large structure exploded and fell trapping people in the rubble.

The next day I was so sick with fever that I couldn't even drive myself and had my then-girlfriend drive me to the doctor's office. In the waiting room they had a local news station playing on the radio and they just reported a story that the a bombing attempt had been made on the World Trade Center. At that time I remembered my dream from the night before and in my fever-addled state I thought that I had something to do with it almost like I was responsible for it.

Luckily my girlfriend at the time was strong enough to restrain me.

Dreaming of black Green Lanterns

2010-10-06T01:26:00.000-04:00

Have you ever dreamt that you're a super hero? Not one that your mind created but a specific one like Spider-Man? I have. Lots of times.

The earliest one that I remember is that I was Superman flying with Supergirl over the beach near my childhood home. This was awesome considering I was 8 at the time.

One that I remember when I was more of an adult was that I was Wolverine but my claws were invisible. I was able to use them to cut up an alien ray gun. The other weird thing about that was that the ray gun had a barrel like a cartoony musket. Kind of like the aliens were stuck in the 17th century except with lasers.

The one super hero I dream about being the most is Green Lantern. I guess I'm attracted to being able to zip through space with a ring of almost unlimited power. When I don't dream of myself being a Green Lantern I dream that I am a particular one. However it's not Hal Jordan or Guy Gardner and definitely not that lame ass Kyle Rainer. For some reason I occasionally dream that I'm the John Stewart GL (pictured). In case you're wondering I'm not black. I could tell I was John Stewart because in the dream I looked in the mirror and the face of John Stewart was staring back at me. And since there was a mirror in front of me I just had to aim the ring at the mirror. The beam hit the mirror but instead of bouncing off and hitting the ceiling the beam came back directly at the ring and turned both the beam and the ring into lead or iron. Only I could break a Green Lantern ring.

All this took place years before John Stewart was featured on the Justice League cartoon.

Even to this day I recite the Green Lantern oath when I put on my wedding ring.

Y2Dream

2010-10-04T00:19:00.000-04:00

I used to be a huge pro wrestling fan up until about a year ago. I used to often dream about being a pro wrestler.

In one of the better dreams I was involved in a ladder match with Chris Jericho. I don't remember the end of the match or who won but in the midst of the match one of the aluminum ladders became bent but was still flexible. I was able to use it as a kind of springboard and launched myself at Jericho connecting with a kind of flying kick.

However in most of my wrestling dreams I'm a lowly jobber just trying to get some ring time. Usually I only have 2 or 3 matches under my belt. It almost feels like I was a promising young performer but somewhere along the line I turned into a bust and I've been trying to prove myself ever since.

1st Dream: Evil Ernie

2010-10-02T22:17:00.000-04:00

Do you remember your first dream? Not your first dream ever but the firs one you remember having. I remember mine like it just happened yesterday.

I was at least 4 years old as we had just moved into our new house. In the dream I was riding my dad's 70s green 10-speed bike. This was unusual because the bike was too big for me and I was still on training wheels.

Anyway I was riding the bike in a small empty store. There was a doorway but no door and a large storefront window. The empty store was in the location of a small general store in the town I grew up in. This was long before the advent of big chain convenience stores.

So while riding my dad's bike in the empty store at night I fell off the bike but I didn't hurt myself. The reason I didn't hurt myself was because the floor was covered with the disembodied heads of Ernie from Sesame Street and they were not happy. But even then I knew they were just puppets made of felt because they didn't actually hurt me even though their toothless felt maws kept snapping at me.

Return of the Lost Love

2010-09-30T02:54:00.000-04:00

9/7/2010

I dreamt about my "Lost Love" again. I don't know what's up with that lately.

Anyway the dream took place "back in the day". We were basically back in our late teens/early 20s. In this alternate history we were finally able to get together romantically and in this scenario we were on the verge of consummating the relationship.

In our little circle this would have been considered a big deal since she had a reputation of being so virginal. She was the antithesis of a slut. But back to the dream.

It took place in my bedroom of the house that I grew up in which is historically accurate for the time period. She was laying in my bed fully clothed. I was just getting ready to undress her. This was going to the culmination of a years long desire. It felt like Christmas, my birthday and a Bar Mitzvah rolled into one and she was the ultimate present for me to unwrap. Even though the big moment was only mere seconds away I kept imagining what she would look like undressed in my bed.

Then like a bad sitcom things kept happening to keep me from her. I couldn't remember what exactly was interrupting us but something kept happening over and over again to keep us apart.

She was being so patient and understanding but just like in real life the moment never came as I woke up.

Again, I take no stock in these dreams. They are nothing more than a nice diversion. I'm sure right now she's happy and comfortable in her own life. I wouldn't mind saying hi but that would be pretty much it.

Lost Love

2010-09-13T00:01:00.000-04:00

(I can't always make these posts when they happen. I've been writing them down in a book and dating them so I will now be dating the posts so you'll know when they're written)

8/30/2010

Over the weekend I had a dream about a lost love. I haven't seen her in over 15 years. We used to work together but we could never seem to be single at the same time. When I first approached her she wanted nothing to do with me so I moved on and dated someone else.

While I was dating this other girl word got out that LL was attracted to me. Unfortunately there was nothing I could do about it at the time except get drunk but that's another story.

A few years later I was single but she wasn't. This went on for close to a decade back and forth.

The reason I was so attracted to her was because she was so innocent and naive and I wanted to be her protector. I wasn't so experienced myself so finding someone less experienced than me was rare. I thought I could mold and shape her into the perfect girlfriend.

I don't know how well that would have worked since we never got together and actually it's a good thing we didn't. I would have broken her heart and I probably couldn't live with myself if I did. I feel bad enough about some of the hearts I've broken. That's not a boast, more like an act of contrition.

I was not mentally well back then. I suffered from severe depression up until about a few years ago. Back then I was selfish and stupid and probably would have done something rash to alienate her.

On the day I finally left that job I badly wanted a goodbye kiss from her because I had a feeling it was going to be the last time I would ever see her. As usual with our unusual relationship it was not to be.

My most recent ex, who also worked there, also followed me out to the car. So if I kissed the girl I wanted to it would have been extremely awkward. If not for that I probably would have gotten that kiss. But after almost a decade my last advance would also be denied. And that really was the last time I ever saw her. Shortly after that I moved away to start a new life and I never heard from her again. Not even in this day of Facebook.

Do I regret how things turned out? Not really. Now that my mind is mostly uncluttered from depression I know now how sick I was back then and how badly I would have hurt her.

Also sometimes the reality is a let down and its better to sustain the fantasy.

Can't stay awake

2010-09-05T01:30:00.000-04:00

My body is betraying me. Not in the 'I'm getting older' kind of way. More like in the 'I hate you and I'm going to get you fired' kind of way.

The other day at work they addressed us about our work performance and it was mentioned that some people had been noticed nodding off during training. By 'some people' I know they were talking about me.

It's a problem I've had since I was in high school. If I am not busy with work and sitting idle my body will try to shut down and go to sleep no matter where I am and no amount of caffeine can fix that.

One night I got a really good night's sleep, got to work in plenty of time and the fear of God instilled in me about nodding off. Yet none of that convinced my body to stay conscious.

I had a large Coke from a fast food joint that I stopped at on the way in to work. Then after I got to work I had a 16 oz. Pepsi, a 12 oz. Diet coke, a 12 oz. Mountain Dew and a bag of cookies. Yet my eyes still want to close. My spine keeps forcing me to put my head on my desk. My muscles still ache with fatigue.

If I were to lose my job over sleeping it would be the end of me.

We can only dance

2010-09-05T01:19:00.000-04:00

I imagined I heard a song today. How is that possible you may ask? I don't know but the company I work for does not allow music to be played. Yet I could have sworn that I heard the distinct sound of bongo drums being played at a slow but steady beat.

In front of those drums were a trio of male singers, Latin in style, who only sang the repeating chorus of "We can only dance". They would repeat only those four words. One refrain higher in tone than one lower.

Then I heard a fourth voice who must have been the lead. He sang the same four words but not like the other three. Instead of being percussive like the other singers he sang more melodiously and and would drag out the word 'dance' longer. In the time it took the back up singers to sing it three times he would sing it only once.

There was also a Spanish guitar and a bongo solo that matched the notes of the lead singer.

So I was either hallucinating due to the lack of sleep I've been having or I have a brain tumor.

8 Hours after I write this down by hand I had completely forgotten how the melody went.

The Knowledge

2010-08-09T20:24:00.001-04:00

In one of my past lives I considered myself somewhat of a poet. And by past life I mean this one just many years ago. Anyway, one of the subjects I wrote about were my dreams. Here is one from 1999 called The Knowledge.

Beware the force known as The Knowledge
It's coming for you to get to me
I'll protect you with this disc
That expands to enclose you
While the gun enlarges as its loaded

What happened in this dream was I was being chased by a black and formless entity known as The Knowledge. To protect those I loved I had this disc that when placed under them would expand and encircle them to protect them. To fight The Knowledge I had a gun that loaded kind of like a shotgun. Each time I placed a new shell in it the gun got bigger. Then I woke up.