Last Night's Dream

Real dreams from my crazy mind.

[cmahair]

I'm On A Boat!

Last Night's Dream:

At the beach, looking out over the water. There were a few small boats in the distance. I knew I had to get to mine, but it was abandoned, somewhere off shore. I looked to the side, and a rope lead out into the water. Not far from shore, maybe several hundred feet, was my boat. It was a large gunmetal monstrosity. The rope was somehow tied to shore, the other end tied to the highest part of the boat. I knew I couldn't climb the rope up, but I looked towards the back of the boat and saw an area down by the water, and knew there would be a ladder to get up.

I was worried to go out to the boat. As I prepared to jump into the water and swim to it, I saw two very large US vessels passing it by. I thought to myself that if I go out now, they'll know I'm associated with it, and they'll take me away. I waited for them to pass, then began my journey.

I swam out, and decided that while I was swimming I should try to swim more proficiently. I tried different techniques, I made sure I was breathing as well. I noticed at one point that I was able to breath under water, but I figured I was just going so fast and my head was so close to the surface that there must be enough air churned into the water for me to do so. Something in the back of my brain told me I would still get water up my nose, but the fact that I wasn't invalidated my brain.

I got to the boat and climbed up. I realized I was supposed to meet my father. My father in the dream wasn't anything like my father in real life. In the dream he was of a completely different nationality, he was slow and methodical, and I was sure something had happened to him because he was supposed to meet me here.

[cmahair]

I Am the Soul Releaser

I dropped some TNT down into a castle, looking upon it from a bulwark above. The damage was immense, but the castle started rebuilding. "Hmmmmm," I thought, "the more damage done, the longer it takes to repair. With enough damage, I could get to the center and free them."

Just then a technician climbed up through the castle, and looked up to me. "Excuse me, could I bother you a moment?" I asked. He got an evil grin on his face, and said "Sure... wait there just one minute..." then skittered off to the control room. I must have passed my sense motive check, because I moved out of the way, and a short moment later boiling water landed where I was just standing. I had to move back a little farther as it spread over the floor, then I decided to hover over it. Hovering has never been a good ability of mine in dreams, I lose traction and start floating away, or I keep hitting the ground. Instead, I just walked around the water, back to where I could look down into the castle.

The man was surprised I was still there, and not screaming in agony. I was sure this place was owned by Morgath the Soul Stealer, and I was determined to come and release them all. I even had thought of a nifty (at least in the dream it seemed that way) line that I could use. "Tell The Soul Stealer that the Soul Releaser has come!" It would be so epic when I said it, but I wanted to make sure.

"This castle is owned by Morgath, correct? Morgath the Soul Stealer?" I asked, trying to hold a grin back as I prepared my statement. "Um... no, it's not. It's owned by someone else," he replied, and in my disappointment I woke up.

[cmahair]

I Will Sabotage

I was walking around a school. I really probably shouldn't say walking, because every time there were some stairs or a raised platform with a guard rail, I would leap up and climb them. I avoided the regular paths people took as much as possible, and moved someone similar to an Assassin's Creed game, if there was also some element of moon gravity. For some reason, I knew I was being searched out, and I had to keep moving. 

As I went along, people started getting in the way of the paths I wanted to go, which were mostly random. But the ways they were forcing me to go was leading to a central command office, where the person in charge of the school ran everything. I knew inherently that they were evil, and that they were also my nemesis. I knew my goal was to sabotage the room, even though there were probably countermeasures in place to stop any damage I could do.

I didn't want to do it. I kept trying to change my path, but people kept getting in the way. I would ask them to move, and they were incredibly polite, but declined every time. I was forced to continue towards the office, and had to do some crazy twisting leap to get in through the window.

Once inside, I turned the systems on, then started smashing all the buttons. Everything was in a different language, it all seemed alien, but I could tell when I had hit enough buttons to bring up a warning or error screen. My duties complete, I left the way I came in, and in the main lobby stopped to talk to a man. 

He seemed to be head of security, or something equivalent. He didn't care what I'd done, he hated the man in charge. We chatted until the police showed up, then I made my exit stealthily out the back.

I ran across the grass, and ditched my tench coat, moving into a smooth jog towards the track. To anyone it should look like I was a normal student out for a run. There were large cartoonish ogre like creatures at different areas around the track that you could spar with, but I passed them all by, and the track, then started running more like an animal, using my hands and legs to give me more speed.

[cmahair]

Move to the Beat of a Different Drum

I was visiting some church I had never been at before. The group of people I was with were 'running the show' that night, and they wanted me to play the drums. The drum set was very funky.... there was a small table, a little wider than a tv tray, and it had a snare pad, and two rectangular pads that made sounds like bongos, as well as a kick pedal connected to a pad that was a bass drum. Sometimes one of the two rectangular pads would be a high hat. 

The group didn't practice at all, and the entire production was a mess. At one point they go mad at me because I didn't know the song they were playing, but mostly I was just mystified that they would try to do anything like this without some form of practice first. At the end, they asked the pastor how they did, and his only complaint was that they went on longer than he would have expected them to.

[cmahair]

Get Out of My House!

Last Night's Dream: The closest to a nightmare that I have come in a long time. I was asleep in my bed, the blinds of my window were broken in such a way that you could see outside, and if people tried they could see inside. A man was walking around outside, lightning occasionally flashing behind him, lighting up the sky. I crept towards the window, keeping to areas you could not see from outside unless you came right up to the window, which he did. 

I opened up the screen, and against my better judgement antagonized him. "What are you doing here? Why are you creeping around my house. He tried to get in, and I pushed him back. He said he must come in, bad things were happening outside and he must come in. I locked the window as best I could.

I went to my front door. Somehow I thought if I could get outside for a few moments, I could better bar the windows, and if I was fast enough he would not come in. I opened the door, and there was another man and a woman with the first man. I tried to call the police, but somehow got my voice mail. My dad had left a message warning not to trust anyone outside, that bad things were happening, that I should stay inside and lock my door. The other man came into the house, despite my trying to keep him out, and I shut the door so no one else could.

The man did not threaten me, nor was he abusive in getting into the house, he simply came in. He had a paintball gun, and he calmly walked over next to the couch and sat down on the floor, grim determination set on his face. It was then that I realized he wasn't a part of the bad people outside. He was a part of the neighborhood, and it was his neighborhood, and he was intent on protecting the members of it.

Still, I had already been through great fear, and had had enough of the dream: I woke myself up.

[cmahair]

Get Ready and Buy a House

Last Night's Dream: It was two and a half hours after my alarm was supposed to have gone off. I freaked out, dashed out of bed, and started getting ready in a hurry. Then I woke up. I felt the rush of needing to get ready, then looked at the time: 4 am.

After going back to sleep, I was in a house. I was a joint renter of the house, and getting ready for work in the morning when the owners wife showed up with someone to show the house to. It was very early in the morning, the owner and his wife were separated, and while I'm sure she wanted to get rid of the house, it was altogether rude of her to show up in such a manner at such a time without any notice (although, knowing this person, not altogether outside of their normal mode of habit).

Seeing as I was not yet fully dressed, I raced up the stairs as they were unlocking the door. I continued getting ready in my room, when I heard the owner's wife talking to what sounded like her husband, the owner. The man who sounded like the owner started talking about me as if I hated the place and didn't want to live there, which was quite contrary, since I was considering purchasing the house myself.

[cmahair]

We're Not In Kansas Any... Wait... Maybe We Are

Last Night's Dream: My brother and I were staying in a trailer. There was a very windy storm going on outside, and we could feel the trailer being shifted, moved, tossed about in some cases. After a while, the storm died down, and I wanted to know where we had gone. I was about to pull the curtains aside from a window and peek out, but my brother told me not to. He said it could be dangerous, and we didn't know if the storm had truly ended yet. 

I wandered around the trailer, which was now a large three story building. The floor plan was very open, with stairs leading up to lofts that opened out into the building. Each loft served a different purpose: two were bedrooms, one a kitchen, another a living area. On the ground floor were tracks... something similar to railroad tracks, but embedded in the ground instead of above. There were two sets, and at the end of each set, blocking view of the exterior, was a large vehicle. One of them was shifted, slightly angled to the tracks, unlike the rest which rested perfectly on their tracks. I started to wonder if all of the movement of the trailer was caused by these vehicles, or maybe if it was just the one that had shifted being moved by the wind. I thought maybe we still were in the same place, and again was tempted to look out the window, but fear of the unknown stopped me.

Instead I went up to my room loft area. The stairs were in the corner of the building, granting perfect privacy, unless I so choose to climb up and look out at the rest of the building from the rail around the two rooms. One was slightly higher than the other, and they weren't perfectly lined up, forming a sort of jagged raised blocky 8 figure. Somehow, impossibly, the bed was split across the two rooms. I tried to lay down and curl up as comfortably as possible, and then awoke.

[cmahair]

'Give me all you have, Rundle', the Musical

We were playing volleyball at CNU. Or something that was somewhat like volleyball.. but not really. There was snow on the ground, and some people had crafted the snow into small landscapes, most of them including some type of lake, filled with water. We were playing for the king, and he was not happy.

It was my turn to put the ball into play. I won't say 'serve', because I wasn't in the right position, and really we were just kind of throwing the ball around. I called a brief halt to the game, and approached my brother, who was trying to craft something. He was using the game to get away with making something that would somehow make the king less angry. I asked him what he needed from us to help, and instead of an answer he started singing. It was a song of encouragement to the person who was playing the music. I caught on, and started leading the entire group in the song as I started the next round.

The musician, Rundle, started playing with more skill. It was somehow what my brother needed, an added element of music but to such a skill and degree that it was near magical. The last lines of the song went like this: "Give me all you have, Rundle. Give me everything you've got! Give me a spell to create new life... for the king!" The first two lines were fast paced, at odds with the rest of the slow methodical song. "Give me a spell to create new life" was delivered slowly, desperately, pleadingly. "...for the king!" was a spoken line... a whispered shout is the best I can do to describe it, for my musical vocabulary is limited.

Rundle did not create a spell. But he did help to focus my brother to the point where he was able to infuse what he was crafting with something. He put what he was crafting into a small wooden box, and you could see a faint glow from inside. At that point, out rehearsal was over. Everyone shook hands, congratulated on the work, and we agreed we would meet again in a week to continue the rehearsal of our musical. It was just a stage production.

I looked over to the faintly glowing box. Our musical was something new, something we were creating as the time passed. Nobody knew the words until they were sung, nobody knew what the next act was about. I wanted to know what we had made, but I had to wait until the next rehearsal to find out...

[cmahair]

There and Back Again: A Retail Story

Last Night's Dream: I was working at a grocery store for my old boss again. While taking care of a customer, I was having an issue with the money order machine. If I mistyped any numbers, I had to ring the entire transaction again. The customer rattled off his money order amounts so fast I kept messing up, and he kept getting angrier when he had to repeat himself. Finally he made a crass comment, and I couldn't take it anymore. I looked at him, and sarcastically said 'Oh yes, talking like that to me is definitely going to make this work faster. I understand you're upset, but the machine isn't working correctly, and I'm trying my best to deal with it. So you can help, or you can complain, but only one will get you what you want.'

At that point my boss came up, relieved me, and took care of the customer. Afterwards, he chastised me, and accused me of being inappropriate with my cashiers. I was shocked that he would think such a thing, and so angry that it woke me.

When I got back to sleep later that night, I was on a rock outcropping on a desolate world, talking with an angel. The angels had been bringing me things for a while now, equipping me for something major. Some were giving me gifts of friendship for times I had spent with them, but mostly they were equipping me. The final angel gave me a gift of friendship, a TMNT baseball hat. As he left, an SUV pulled up with a family inside, and the parent got out and came up to me.

I say parent because it kept switching from the mother to father and back. The parent sat next to me, there was some form of camaraderie, even though I didn't know them. They gave me a crystal, which I immediately knew to be the only item that made my goal even remotely possible, no matter the tools I had already been given. "We searched long and hard, but we found this for you, and it was worth it," the parent said. "Please let us know if you need anything else."

I stammered. I don't know these people, and they went through insane effort for me. "I need one more thing... and that's to thank you, deeply and from the bottom of my heart." We went to the SUV, and got in. The entire family was there... I knew only one. They were all very accepting of me, and I told them of my thanks again.

They took me back to the store. I had to start work. I grabbed up all my gifts, there was a funny comment about the TMNT hat, and I explained where it came from. I went in, discouraged that I had to work instead of continuing my quest, to find out the store was being remodeled and was closed, so I didn't need to work. I left the store to continue my quest, and there was the SUV and family, waiting to help me along the way...

[cmahair]

Back Seat Driving

Last Night's Dream: It was either very late or very early, but the sun was down. Myself and a friend were in a big parking lot, making our way to the car. We got in, I started it up, and started driving across the parking lot. I couldn't see very well, it was dark. Halfway across the parking lot, I realized I needed to put on my headlights, so I did so. I realized because it was dark INSIDE the car, and my headlights always turn on all the console lights as well (I thought it was a nifty detail). Apparently my car needed time to warm up, because the headlights weren't very bright, but I was able to continue on.

A little ways down the road, I realized I couldn't see the road very well, or maybe even not at all. Something was in the way. I reached up, and pushed not one but two visors out of the way. I couldn't figure out why they were down, I never leave them down, and only put them there when the sun is in my eye. The thought hadn't even completed when I couldn't see yet again, and reached forward.

I couldn't see because of the headrest in my way. I was driving from the back seat (believe it or not, I do this quite often in dreams), and the headrest was now blocking my vision. I looked over to my passenger, blamed them for putting it there, and shoved it as far down on the seat as it would go so I could see.

At that point, we thought we made it to our destination. It was some restaurant, but it didn't look right. I started to make the left turn, then decided it was the wrong place. I wasn't sure if where we were supposed to be going was up farther on the road, or back a little the way we came, so I decided to take the car all the way back to the parking lot to start over.

[cmahair]

Here Kitty Kitty Kitty

Last Night's Dream: Someone dropped me off somewhere, pretty far from home. I wondered for a few minutes how I would get home, if I should call someone for a ride or not. It was a nice day, so I decided instead I would just jog home, even though the distance was great. My cat was with me, and as I stated jogging the narrow path, he started jumping from bush to bush along the path, sometimes getting ahead, sometimes lagging behind, but always travelling with me. 

I kept worrying that he would get stuck in the bushes. As we continued, the bushes changed into buckets, filled with different things like rope, twine, towels. Some of them had objects more prone to tangling than others. One even had barbed wire. Midnight (my cat) got tangled in one substance, but was calm enough to let me help him out. At this point, I was stepping in every bucket as well. We both had to be careful.

In the end, the buckets were replaced by something kind of like envelopes. I would pick up an envelope, open it with my foot (that's honestly the most coherent way I can explain it), put my foot into it, then move on to the next one. With the first open, my cat could then jump into it, and we could make a safer way home.

[cmahair]

Dude Where's My Car

Last Night's Dream: A coworker and I got permission from someone to borrow a couple of office chairs. In the wee hours (like 4am) of the morning, we went to their house to get them. Everything was awkward. We knew this was a bad time to get them, but we decided if we sneaked into the house and got the chairs without waking anyone, it wouldn't be a problem. If we woke anyone, we would have to explain why we were there so early, and why we sneaked in instead of knocking. It was quite a comical affair, after getting in and finding the chairs, we had to find a new way out, so we were travelling around their house, pushing these rolling chairs, stopping every few moments thinking we heard someone, and arguing about who would be first into each room in case we got caught. After a while, we made it out of the house uncaught.

We started up the road where I had parked my car, a few houses away (adding to the sneakiness). We had left if there after packing some things in the trunk, thinking it would just be a few minutes we left the trunk open. When we got there, everything that was in the trunk was sitting in the road, and the car was gone. I was astonished, because some of the things in the trunk were very valuable, but weren't taken. The missing car was a major disappointment.

After calling the police and reporting my car stolen*, my friend and I got to work trying to figure out what we would do. We now had all this stuff and had to get somewhere, and had no way to get it there. I was also very distraught that my car was stolen. At that moment, my brother called. He wanted to know if he could come crash at my house for a little bit. I didn't want to tell him my car was stolen. Instead I told him I wasn't at my house right then, and that unfortunately if he wanted in he would have to come and pick me up first to bring me there to unlock it for him. I felt very bad that this would make him go out of his way, but didn't know any way without a car that I could have met him there to unlock the house for him.

*The nifty thing about dreams is that things don't have to actually happen to have happened. I never actually picked up a phone and called the police in the dream, but even though the scene had not changed and there was no time jump, at that point in the dream it was simply a given that I had called them. Quite the opposite of movies, where if you don't see it happen (I.E. a character's death), it probably didn't.

[cmahair]

Dolph Lundgren Finally Gets a Kill

Last Night's Dream: I was part of a large black ops organization. We were patrolling an area filled with a pretty bad group of guys, our orders were to observe only. We rotated men out on schedules. While the orders were to observe, I was out for vengeance. One of my comrades had be taken and killed, and I wasn't going to stand by and do nothing. I was tracking the killer.

A team mate of mine was tracking the killer as well. The team mate, in the dream, was Dolph Lundgren. As far as the dream goes, he was considered the worst on our team, having never accomplished anything and having never made a kill. I was disappointed to be working with him.

Somehow, the tables had turned. I was running from the man I was tracking. As I passed an abandoned car with a dead body, head leaned against the steering wheel, something seemed odd, but I kept going. As my pursuer passed the same vehicle, the dead body moved. It was Lundgren, pretending to be dead, and he reached out and snapped the pursuers neck. I couldn't believe it.

I went back to base, even though my shift wasn't over yet. I found my commanding officer (who for this dream happened to be the worst manager I've ever worked for), and explained to him that Lundgren had finally done something right. He didn't believe me at first, but when I finally convinced him, he was so overwhelmed by the fact that Lundgren had done something useful, he forgave the fact that we were supposed to be observing only.

[cmahair]

Let's Save the Universe!

Last Night's Dream: Everyone took their seats on the spacecraft. The seating was slightly auditorium like, with the seats set up in a wedge. There were sixteen or so of us. As the ship took off, the walls, floor, and ceiling all became one large 3D viewscreen of outside. The view was FANTASTIC. We were going to save the world. 

A few minutes into the flight, one of the lead scientists told the pilot to crash the craft. The pilot headed for the atmosphere of a close planet, then started flying all crazy. Swerving, loop-de-loop, etc. "What are you doing?!" I exclaimed. "You'll doom the mission!" "If it's fate that this mission succeeds, nothing I do can doom this mission! We will all survive somehow and carry it out!" "We can't carry out the mission without the ship!" With that, the scientist ordered the pilot to regain control, which he did. "I was just thinking we need to be prepared for anything..." he said. Then he ordered the pilot to crash us again. 

Everyone was scrambling frantically for their parachutes. I kept arguing with the scientist, but he wouldn't listen, then I finally grabbed my own parachute. I was complicated to put on, with a clip like a belt buckle (I know that doesn't sound bad, but it's really hard to figure those out in dreams and to make sure they actually lock). I finally got it in place, and the ship was already broken up. I was free falling, tumbling through the sky.

The ground looked close, but I couldn't tell how close. I felt that if I pull my shoot too early, it could be bad for some reason, too late and I could be dead. The ground looked to close, so I pulled the shoot... and landed before it finished opening.

Thankfully the land was equivalent to jumping from a height of two steps. My still partially folding parachute hit the ground next to me, and I stood up, looking around at the alien planet, wondering why I was able to breath so well...

[cmahair]

The World Hasn't Ended, It's Just Really Messed Up

Last Night's Dream: We were at the beach. Something catastrophic happened, I have no idea what, and we started running away from the beach. There was a road cutting through the sand, and suddenly a bunch of cars were coming down the road like a locomotive, side by side and all moving at the same speed. Suddenly several more groups of cars showed up, and those on one side of the road were cut off from those on the other. Then came the wave. It wasn't a wave of water, but a wave of human bodies, all standing up, all without any eyes. As it started coming towards me I had a thought that this dream needed to end soon, I wasn't going to put up with this much longer.

Turning to run from the wave, the beach started to turn into a building, and my escape was cut off. I climbed as the wave hit, and ended up on top of a lot of bodies, which then became the floor. The building was rundown, broken windows and two by fours strewn about. There was a persons head and shoulders lying on the ground nearby. As it started moving I ignored it: I wasn't putting up with any more of that.

The building turned out to be a really busted apartment building, and that's where us survivor lived. We had managed to take care of all of our basic needs. I had to go to the bathroom, so I went to the area we marked off with plastic sheets for that purpose. I kept thinking how I wished it was more private, remembering a time when I was going and someone was on the other side of the plastic sheeting, and how embarrassed I was.

As I was going, I saw through a gap between two of the sheets that someone was in the bushes creeping around outside of the building. I didn't think she saw me, and suddenly she was gone, and this was a different time that I went out to relieve myself. After finishing, I decided to check out the woods, since obviously there might be survivors there. I didn't get far at all until I heard her yelling to a companion. "Follow me! Quickly! I saw someone, I'll show you!" I figured it was me, and I went running back to the building. If I could hide by the time she got back, she wouldn't be able to show her companion. 

One of the other survivors popped out of the building, and almost called my name. I motioned him to be silent and we both dove into a bush. As I turned around, I saw her hiding in another bush, staring straight at me. It as over. Nobody was hiding. We stepped out, and she came forward to attack me. I cried out for help, the sound strange in my ears. Instead of me crying out "Alarm alarm," in my clear voice, I had some thick German accent and it sounded more like "Alahm, Alahm!" Other people showed up to help, and the situation calmed.

Everyone was talking. I was leaning up against a busted car, wearing a crown, as the woman from the woods explained how I must be a king. I didn't get it. I was bored, so I looked down at my feet, to find them covered with flies and large ants. I tried brushing them away, but it didn't work. I kicked off my sandals, hopped up to sit on the car to get my feet of the ground, and finally got the bugs off. They clung to my sandals, and when I turned to my neighbor to show them, I woke up.

[cmahair]

Court is Now in Session

I was at the Department of Motor Vehicles (DMV) which also happened to be a courthouse. I filled out some paperwork and sat down to wait for my name to be called. When my name was finally called, it was called from the court side. I was slightly confused, and a little worried. I went up to the clerk, who was in a police officers uniform, who started grilling me with questions about the paperwork I filled out, specifically asking whether or not I had checked a particular box on the paperwork or not. A loud noise then woke me up.

When I got back to sleep I was in a room that had been hastily converted into a courtroom. I was on trial for how I filled out the paper at the DMV. The prosecutor had a smug look on her face as she laid out the case. I looked around the room, and started to worry that no matter what happened I would lose this case. Finally she sat down, and looked over at me, asking if I was even going to bother giving my closing argument, or if I would just admit guilt now. I started to think there was no hope, but then almost all of the neutral parties in the room scowled and argued with the prosecutor that I have my chance. All of them seemed to want any reason not to let the prosecution win.

When I got up to give my closing argument, something happened off to the side that pulled half of the peoples' attention, including the judge. I started my closing argument with 'Based on the facts...' to which the prosecutor huffed and started complaining that of course I would take that route (since there wasn't a single bit of evidence that I had done something wrong). I simply spoke over her, made my case that the DMV couldn't even produce the form I had supposedly filled out, so neither side of the story could be conclusively proven. I explained that if the documentation ever came to light, I would be more than happy to be retried, since I was innocent anyway.

[cmahair]

iDream

Last Night's Dream: By using a web interface, you could share your dreams with other people, as in actually have them experience your dreams. You could also develop dreams for people to experience. Upon finding this, a friend comes to me and asks me to start developing for these dreams. I think 'Sure, why not? I have crazy dreams all the time, and I can come up with some unique ones too.' I sat down at the terminal, and pulled up the interface, only to realize that not only could I not remember a single dream, I had no idea where to even start with the program.