Just read some of my old posts...Man i have had some weird dreams. I don't remember dreaming most of those either. Pretty disturbing. That is why I keep this blog secret...

Bad Date Dream.

Had a dream I went on a date with a girl I am talking to IRL. I was tired so I let her drive me home. It was a long way and we had to cross a bridge. 

I woke up in my mother's house in Chicago, where she had received a letter, a telegram that I had been in an accident and lost at sea. The car had fell off the bridge. There were details but my body had not been recovered. My understanding is that they were still searching. I started panicking and asking her to pray and kept on reading the telegram over and over. It was my mom’s old house in the Roscoe Village all decked out better than it ever had been (Also my mother has been dead for over decade). There was even a gift there from girl I was on a date with, perhaps from on our date.

scary-ish dream concerning death, I think.

I was with three friends We all had vehicles. I had my newly bought red SUV. I was sick. I was tired. I was dying. We three decided to take poison to die together. We took the poison and went to a hospital and lied down in beds to die.

It was a sad affair and our friends came to mourn over us as we lay dying. We closed our eyes and slept expecting to never wake again, but we didn't die. We woke up later , weakened, still dying apparently. We wandered  out to a church like building across the street corner. We went in and there were children in service, like a school service. I was carrying a pistol and extra ammo, concealed as I sometimes do.

We wandered downstairs and there was a museum like area that was unoccupied and possibly under construction. It looked like an exhibit of White House interior. I stepped onto a loose floor board and almost fell.

this one was a doozy

scared me silly. Dreamt it the day before the Japan Earthquake.

God, please save us.

We were excited for a sci fi con or some event that were about to see. For some reason we stayed at a friend's relatives house a nice, maybe a crotchety old man. I think we had moved to a new house but but we stayed at my friend's relatives house that was closer. Everything was set to go.

The setting was urban, like Lakeside Chicago in the mid eighties, where I grew up. The place where we stayed had a garage door in the front that kept slipping. One of us would catch it and gently allow it to close.

Upon preparing to leave I had a couple of DVD sets to gift to my young relative(Robotech, of course). I left them on the front curb for just a moment and they were gone. The neighbor one house down the street was often giving us grief. He was my chief suspect. I went over to him and complained. I accused him and in fact I saw packages wrapped as gifts that looked like the items I was missing. I forcefully went into his house. My friends tried to stop me but I ripped open the package and saw that while similar, the DVDs were not mine. I left ashamed of myself.

Back at our place something was compelling us to action. It was raining and looked like the apocalypse outside. We had to move.

I think we decided to go back to our place. There may have been arguments on how to secure my friend’s place. It was a troubled time and we were anxious. I was in a car on my to my own new place when I saw the house collapse. The ladder that was propping up the garage door slipped and the door slammed hard to the ground. This caused a chain reaction collapsed the entire house. The old man that hosted us tried to stop it but he could not and barely got out alive.

So we reassembled at my place. I believe it was the group that was originally going to go to the event before. I told the old man that I saw the entire thing and how it started, regarding his house. There was much speculation in the group how this all happened. It had not only collapsed, but some of it had actually sunk into the ground.

All the while it got worse outside. And there were tremors. We were worried about this current house collapsing. We made plans to get out of town. We planned to take the most efficient cars from our group and caravan it out. By the time we got outside it was chaos and our plans broke. We ended up walking among the long crowds streaming to what I assume was out of town or wherever we were going.

There were maybe 15 of us, at least a couple of families with children and babies. We were armed and it gave us a small measure of security. We were supplied with food and water but were under perceived threat.

I thought someone was rude to us, or otherwise offensive to our group. I saw he had an uzi slung around his neck, but unprepared to use it as the magazine was out and it seemed like it was set for transport and not action. There was an argument I think. In anger I approached him with my gun drawn while lecturing him on manners. As I got closer I saw him draw a blade. I backed off and reminded him more on manners.

We took a break in front of a store. We huddled our baby carriages in a circle, like circling the wagons in pioneer days. I am not sure if she was my wife or if she was the mother of one of the families but she was exhausted. I sensed that this was the kind of exhaustion that would eventually lead to death. I saw her put her forearm to her head and her body almost went limp, but she didn't feint. She went into a small storefront and came back out. To comfort her I hugged her. I noticed that her top had come loose and she was half exposed. I adjusted it for her and a feeling of grief overcame me.

Wierd upon wierd dream. Just happened so I will try to be quick with it.

Following a procession of sorts. It is in cayman.
I am trailing with a friend.
(I don't know the person IRL but is a friend in the dream.) We are a little behind.of where we are going. Not sure where we are going but we all are. In retrospect We are going to GT to shelter from a Hurricane?

My friend, flamboyant skinny, bushy head(afro?). White, although maybe mullato, he is captured by some mean fellow and tied up on a cross (a horizontal bar- spanning from hand to hand behind him), I think in a small abandonded church.

The mean guy cuts his head off.

I arrive and the guy is gone but my friends head is on teh ground. I am sad and angry.

I walk the streets alone to GT carrying my friend's head. It turns into a carved ornate voodoo skull? Not shure but it is still a human head, just carved into.. It is slimey.

I want to carry it to the people but at the same time I am aware that I am carrying the carved head of a person.

I see the huge waves in the bay og GT. it is strange and beautiful. It is a built up futuristic GT, but still it is Gt. I am angry. I am sad. I think I yell at the waves

I see the people gathered in a mall garage place but the can not see me yet. Somehow I know that the man man that cut off my friends head was CIA.

as I slowly and hesitantly aproach them I get side tracked into a room with another person. It has a micro wave. I decide to putthe head into the microwave and turn it one.
At least the head won't be slimey? Is what i Think I am thinking.

Wierd, I know.

dreams.

Dreamt about two girls last night. Not sexual, at least overtly sexual. I don't think the dreams were about them but they were there.

The first was a blond that I knew but I could not remember her name. or identify who she was. When I got to work just now I realized(after I looked at my myspace) that it was Lorraina.

The second girl was Kim Arkin. And we talked. For a while i think and it was very pleasant.

I was surprised to see her in my dream because I haven't thought about her in a long while. High school crush.

I think I thought about her because A friend of mine mentioned her a while back when I was visiting another HS friend. That and a friend from HS died recently.

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Really strange dream.

I had traveled a long way to the west coast, Perhaps San Fran.

I was on a large bridge at night , but it didn't seem like a normal bridge, larger.

I was with other people, strangers, but social. we were near the edge of the bridge were there were at least two sets of walkways. I was on the inner walkway and was afraid of falling. I grasped on the column desperately.

We saw ships, very large and monumental ships passing by the harbour, in and out. Their immensity caused pause.

There were some skinheads on the furthest walkway getting rowdy. It threatened me. A cop came over yelling for a doctor from across the wide street behind us. . Apparently I was a doctor in my dream. As soon as he saw I was getting up to come he turned around to go back to the people who needed help.

As I ran towards them I realised that there was full traffic going down the road. I stopped at the blurs coming down from the left. Apparently that was a good move because two cars came skidding into my path where I would ghave beeen had I klept on running.

Then I ran over to the where they needed help.

What really sticks with me from t his dream was my fear of being so close to the edge of the bridge and so desperately trying to hang on.

hmmm.