Dreamlog

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Water, Sand, and Tears

I wake up and look at the paint roller patterns on the white ceiling. Im laying in bed in the room of my childhood. Only it's not decorated or treated like it was when I was a kid. But it is my room, the dimensions and layout are all the same, the carpet, bed, window, and walls to. It is real early in the morning and noises outside my window are what woke me up. I get up and go to the window to see what is going on. When I look outside I see quite the commotion which is strange in itself because it is I would say one in the morning, but it is not dark, it is daylight and there are rays of sunlight shining down on the back yard.

My back yard is not the one from growing up either, not even close. Instead right outside my window is a wooden deck with an awning. And beyond that ocean water. The legs holding up the deck and roof go right down into the water. It's like like looking into a marina. The ocean goes out into the distance but there are small boats out in the water and all the neighbors houses are backed right up to the water and some have little docks with their own boats as well.

I hear more noises and my attention is drawn to the sounds that had awoken me before. There are a lot of things unfolding in front of me. To the left there are three men, two of them are in a small boat and the third is coming out of the neighbors house, where I can see from the backdoor he has clearly broken in. He carries a package under his arm and rushes down the small dock and joins the other two men in the small boat. They clearly do not see me at the window and drive the small boat over to where they are right out in front of me at the edge of the dock coming from our house. They begin lowering the package by rope down into the water, and underneath our dock to bury and hide the treasure they have just stolen from our neighbors. As if this sight wasn't weird enough their job is suddenly made monumentally harder by a rush of incoming high tide and a killer whale that has just swam into the small port. The killer whale starts doing all the picturesque whale things that you expect to see in a wildlife calendar. This in combination with the rolling tide has the men's small boat rocking wildly and they are doing all that they can not to fall into the ocean next to a killer whale and also not lose the treasure they are submerging to the bottom of the bay. Now small splashes of waves are hitting the dock attached to my room and sprinkling the window.

For some reason I decide to open my bedroom window, either to hear what is happening or to get a better look, I don't really know why. Just after I do the tide waves grow bigger and the killer whale decides to do a giant roll in the water. The following mini tsunami wave crashes into our deck like when a fat guy canon balls into a small pool and the wave breaks over the deck and right into my open window. What Seems like ten or so gallons of water pours through onto me and drenches the large pile of dirty clothes at my feet. Everything is soaked.

I decide to run and wake up dad so he could see what has happened. Holding his hand I drag him into my bedroom to witness the small disaster. In place of the water though there is now sand. A small drift or dune is all over my bedroom floor the peak of it at the base of my open window. We walk up to the window and look out. The ocean is still there but farther out, about a hundred yards or so and our deck sits atop a sandy beach. The neighbors boat lays on its side beached at the edge of there dock. The whale is gone and so are the three men in the small boat. Little sand drifts cover the docks around the small bay.

My dad doesnt seem mad at all. In fact he seems quite happy about the whole situation. He looks down at me and in typical dad joke fashion he says to me. "Well I guess it's not waterfront property anymore, it's beachfront" I look at his cheesy grin and am disgusted by the bad humor. He grabs my hand and excitedly says "lets go check it out!". Now there is a door that wasn't there before to the right of the window in my room. He opens it and pulls me throuth it. I reach the other side squinting from the brightness of the outside versus the dim lit bedroom I had just come from. When my eyes focus I realize my dad is gone and not holding my hand. I look down the bright dock to see where he has gone. The wooden dock reminds me of a long airline concourse that you use to walk out to a plane. It is walled on both sides and has a slatted roof. Every six feet or so there is a long window with no glass on both side of the wall. On the side that was facing the beach little sand dunes had come in through the windows covering the floor. On the opposite side dusty morning sunlight puts small beams into the long hallway.

I find the sudden urge to run down the hall to try to catch up with my dad. I start running and after a while the deck turns to the left. When I round the corner, down a ways I see a small table and a deck chair with a man sitting in it on the left side of the hall. As I get closer I realize that the deck I am running down is part of an elderly care home and the man in the chair is my grandpa.

I slow from a run to a walk as I get close and then sit down on a tall pile of sand next to grandpa. He is slightly reclined and looks almost small in the chair. The sand has come in from the two windows behind him piling up against the chair and has drifted around the front covering the bottom of the table legs. Grandpa's feet are bare and are covered up to his ankles in sand. I look at his face, his expression is far off and sad. He is staring out the small sunlit window, tired.

"Grandpa? Why are you awake? It's one thirty in the morning. Are you okay?"

Hearing me he turns his head ever so slightly not meeting my gaze but still starring out. Softly and slowly and with a small amount of fear he says.

"I havnt been sleeping well, I am dying of old age."

I have the sudden urge to hug him tight and tell him everything will be alright, but I hold back and say.

"Well will they let you go home"

"No, they won't let me Cause I can't move"

He looks down to his bare feet buried in the sand and slowly grabs the end of the arms of the chair to pull himself up. He rises ever so slightly but then lets go resting back into the chair again defeated.

"Did you call grandma so she can come get you?"

He looked up through the window again

"She can't make it here in time."

And then before i could say anything else he was gone. He sat frozen looking out, his eyes open, not shiny anymore. He looked like a magical toy that had once been granted life but then had it taken away. Blank, motionless, like a small wooden doll. I looked into his opaque blue eyes. I had missed my chance to hug him and tell him that I loved him while he was still alive...

I woke up crying, sobbing. When I finally collected myself and got out of bed I went to my phone, it was two in the morning. I put notes in my phone so I wouldn't forget the dream. I love you and miss you Grandpa.

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Song I woke up with

"Feel it Still" - by Portugal

"Ooh ooh Im a rebel just for kicks"

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Murder at the Cafe

The man sits low on the green wood slatted bus stop bench. He looks down and away from the morning sun that is to bright for the small round rim sunglasses he wears. His hair is brown and curly but bleached out and his skin is worn and leathery like a jacket that has seen many years. He wears a trench coat with his hands shoved deep in the pockets holding it closed across his waist. His white high top sneakers suggested many miles of walking.

As I approach to wait for a bus he continues to look straight down avoiding what I could only imagine as eye contact. Once I am close enough to sit down I can hear him mumbling fragmented words under his breath. I sit leaving as much space between him and I as the bench will allow. When I am somewhat comfortable his mumbling stops and he turns his face up slowly and towards me. He sits quietly intensly staring at me. I do not return his gaze but feel his burning into me from the corners of my eye. After what seems like to long he breaks his silence.

"Do you think punishing the many for the wickedness of one is justifiable if the act of the one was so tragic that it ruined not one but two lives?" He says as his hands move around inside the trench coat.

The words catch me off guard and frankly scare me. Stammering I try to think of a reply. Almost afraid to ask I say.

"I don't know I guess I would need to know the exact circumstances of what happened."

Relieved that he is not that forthcoming with details he vaguely goes on. His speech is slow but well maticulated.

"I have under my jacket the ability to set in motion the gruesome deaths of many lives which will in turn destroy the very soul of one person. That poor creature has done nothing wrong but to have been born from the very person who has persecuted me."

He goes on. The sincerity in how he speaks such words has me forgetting the act of horror he is contemplating.

"If I do this I would be vindicated and I will be able to let go of my past and the cloud hanging over me and I will be free."

Not knowing the severity of what he seaks I begin to side with this man without even really knowing the exact events that have led to this moment in his life.

"I guess if this act will help you move forward and the punishment would fit the pre committed crime than I guess that would be okay." I say.

Still looking me dead in the eye the corner of his lips curve up to almost a small disturbing smile.

"Well it was just a thought. This bus ever going to show up? My truck is just over there. Where you going? I could give you a ride."

Dumbfounded from the short conversation I say sure not even questioning why he has been sitting at the bus stop in the first place. We walk over to a faded navy blue Chevy and I open the door and it whines under its weight and age. I climb in. He slowly crawls in as well and shuffles through the pockets of his trench coat looking for keys. Just maybe I think I glimps a glass metal tube attached to his chest under the coat, but it disappears as quickly as he pulls the keys out and starts the pickup.

We head north from Mountain Home on a dusty gravel road towards the Cafe I work at with friends and family, that is neatly tucked away in the mountains. It is secluded and alone but very popular with the local outdoor enthusiasts and hunters.

The bumpy gravel road begins to shake me out of my almost hypnotic like state and I begin again to realize what type of person I am sitting next to. I look over to the man driving. He looks determined but quiet, you can tell there is a lot of thinking going on but not about the driving. Just looking at him you would never suspect him as anything but normal. After the previous conversation though my hair is on edge and I have the sudden urge to jump out of a moving vehicle. We are getting close to my destination though so I recant my thoughts of potential self injury.

We pull up slowly to the Cafe. It's more of a house that has one half converted to a meeting and eating place. I grew up here. I quickly get out of the car to free myself of the friction charged air from the truck. The house is on the side of a hill on the lower part of the hill the house is two stories with a garage under the living area. There is a covered wood deck with an outdoor seating area leading up to the Cafe entrance. The whole place is a mixture of wood cabin and white wall siding with a shiny tin roof. I quickly run to the front door without so much as a thank you to the man for the ride.

He slowly steps out of the truck looking intensely at the whole property like a military general getting the lay of the land for the best plan of attack. He looks for quite some time at the main house before looking to the old wood shed and a smaller one room style dwelling to the left of the driveway. He closes the truck door and slowly but steadily walks up to the porch. I see him as I go inside leaving the main door open but watch him through the screen door as it closes.

I walk back to the safety of the kitchen storage area. The man walks in to the dimly lit cafe, it is hard to make out his chiseled features through the sunny backlit doorway. In typical western movie fashion he looks around the whole room as if he is counting how many people he is going to have to shoot. There are seven people in the dining area five are my relatives. They momentarily pause from talking and eating to try to make out the new stranger in the door way. Once he starts moving towards the counter they go about their lunch and conversation. My aunt is running the cash till and the front counter area as he steps up to it leaning his right elbow on the counter as if to order something. She turns around to grab some water and a menu, during this small distraction no one notices him quickly stand back up and duck into the kitchen. My aunt turns around glass and menu in hand to no one. She looks around the dining room but is soon distracted by a phone call. There is an african american couple in the kitchen cooking. They don't take notice of the man either because of all the noise in the grill area.

By this point I have shuffled behind a stack of storage boxes and am watching things unfold through a crack in the doorway. The man crouches behind a shelving unit and pulls something out of one of his deep pockets and sets it on the floor. It kind of reminds me of a centrifuge. He taps the top and some little bases pop out from the bottom, he gives it a quick spin and stops it. He reaches for the edges of the trench coat and flings the coat over his crouched knees revealing four metal and glass tubes filled with a pinkish liquid strapped to his torso. He carefully pulls each one out and places them on the weird centrifuge. Once done he pushes a little button and the tubes begin to rotate in circles. He stands up and reaches back into his coat and pulls out a gun style syringe that also seems to contain the same pinkish liquid.

Im frozen in place as I watch him walk behind the female cook and quickly grab her around the neck and put the gun style syringe against the side of her face. She lets out a small squeal and her husband quickly turns around. He starts to speak but the man puts a finger up to his own lips and slowly moves his head in a no fashion. The husbands look turns to dread and he drops the pancake turner from his hand to the ground.

The man drags the woman from the kitchen out to the dining area out of my view. I try to go quietly to the door that leads to the garage all the while trying to see or hear what is happening.

"Now, we are all going to be calm and no one is going to leave this room. If you do then the little lady here is going to die"

The man says.

I here some shuffling but then silence. The man backs into the kitchen still clutching the woman around the neck, I try to duck into the hallway but smash into a box making some noise as I go. The man temporarily lightens his grip to turn to see what is happening. I hold very still in the darkest part of the hall by the door. He rushes over to find the noise but at that moment I here the movement of chairs and the screen to the front door open and slam shut. The man jerks away from my direction rushing back out to the dining room with the woman in tow. I take the opportunity to go through the door and down the stairs to the garage.

I can hear the muffled yells of the man warning everyone once again not to move or he will kill the cook and it won't be pretty. After that it goes quiet again. I walk to the garage door and look out the tiny window just in time to see the woman who has fled the Cafe holding her small son by the arm dragging him to the one room cabin and franticly opening the door to hide inside. The man comes out the front door still holding the cook but barely. He stops a few steps outside and looks around just missing the door close to the cabin. Not seeing anything he retreats back inside.

I know I need to get help somehow but I won't be able to get cell phone service until about a mile down the road. I listen to see if there is anything going on upstairs. Nothing. Then I hear the man start to talk again, I can't make out the words so I use the time to slowly open the garage door. I can't open it all the way because I know it will make a loud noise if I do so I open it just far enough to crawl underneath. Once clear I walk slowly away from the house looking to the windows to make sure no one is looking back. I get about twenty feet into the driveway before I burst into a full sprint down the road. I take one look back to make sure the man is not behind me.

The man drags the cook back into the kitchen past the frightened onlookers. Sweat rolls down his face as he fights against her weight to get her to follow. Tears of fear roll down her face as she looks to anyone in the dining room for help before they disappear back into the kitchen. The man holds her tightly and looks at the husband standing in shock. This isn't working as easily as he had hoped. Two people have already escaped and he has no clue where the young man he had given the ride to has gone. He needs to work on the machine he had left on the kitchen floor earlier without anymore distractions. He eyes the storage room, it looked to have a lock on the door. He points to the husband.

"You! Move. Get in that room!" He says as he grips the man's wife tighter around the throat, pressing the gun harder into her face. They do a sideways dance in the small kitchen for the cook to get by and into the room.

"Now you!" He says as he pushes her towards the doorway while letting her go. She is relieved to be out of his grasp but terrified as to what could happen next. Her shoulders sink ever so slightly in relief but she has a look of dread on her face. He walks up to the door to close it and as he Does he almost comes in with them.

"And one more thing." He says, and with that he raises his arm high and swings at her, his fist violently connecting to the side of her face. She lets out a scream and he slams the door shut! Locking it behind him. He walks out to the dining room looking at the blood now seeping from his knuckles. He wipes it away and looks up to the five peoples faces of horror still in the room.

"If anyone! Tries anything. I'll kill the husband next." Everyone looks away and holds very still trying not to enrage the man further. He goes back to the kitchen and grabs the centrifuge device and brings it out to the front counter and sets it down. He retrieves a small screwdriver from his pockets and starts adjusting pieces and parts. All the while the machine quietly rotates in circles. The pinkish liquid in each of the glass tubes has separated from a clear liquid and is now floating at the tops of the tubes. He puts the tool away and looks almost proud of himself.

"Won't be long now." He walks back to the kitchen just to make sure the cooks have not tried anything, but all is well the door is still firmly locked in place. Everyone in the dining room looks at the counter. The machine begins spinning faster and faster and now it is beginning to get louder as well. A red light comes on followed by a beep and everyone jumps and gasps as the top of the device pops open an inch or two. The man hears the sound and comes back out. He puts both hands on either side of machine on the bar and leans in close to it. The machine begins to light up and the glow reflects on the man's face like a mad scientist.

"With this act I will be free." He turns his head crazily to the side staring wide eyed to the petrified faces in the room.

"This is going to sting, but only for a moment." He stands back up grinning ear to ear his leathery skin stretching tightly about his face. He walks back into the kitchen watching everyone the entire way. Once out of view he quickly makes his way to the storage room, unlocking it he joins the two cook's. He closes the door behind him.

The five in the dining room are paralyzed with fear and stare at the machine. It is getting brighter, louder, and faster. The pink liquid inside the tubes starts to boil but the other clear liquid looks unchanged. It looks like an out of control lava lamp. Next comes an ear pearcing high toned hum. The small lady that was behind the counter falls down to her knees. With her eyes squinting closed from the noise she tries to find a place to get away. She claws at a low large cupboard full of bottles of liqueur. Franticly she pushes all the bottles to the floor and crawls inside. Holding her ear with one hand she pulls the door closed as much as she can with the other.

The other four people sitting around the dining room tables are doubled over holding their ears from the deafening sound that now permeates the room. The top of the machine openes further a pinkish fog leaves the spinning tubes. Blood oozes from the corner of one man's eye! He starts screaming! The pinkish fog and light engulf the room!

The woman hidden in the one room cabin peaks through window shade to see the commotion. A thunderous clap and pink light burst out though the cafe's small windows. The light is so blinding that she can not see the building at all for a few seconds and she turns away from the brightness. But then it is gone. She looks back thinking there will be nothing left, but it is still there. It is silent again and the house turned cafe looks unscathed and peaceful. She turns around and kneels down below the window to hold her son. She grips him tightly and rocks him slowly. She closes her eyes and cries quietly thankful she is still alive.

The gravel and dirt makes a crushing sound under my feet as I run down the mountain road as fast as I can. Every few seconds I check my phone for signal as I go. It is hot. My heart is pounding and I feel the pounding in my head. My side aches and sweat is pouring off me stinging my eyes. I cant stop. Have to find help have to help my family. I keep running, hoping. I look down trying to see my phone again through my sweat filled eyes, my breath coming out harder and harder making my lungs burn keeping it hard for me to hold my hand steady.

I think I see a bar. I slow down trying to stop, it is hard running down hill on a gravel road to do so. Finally stopped I bend over trying catch my breath and wipe my face clean. I look at my phone again, yes there is a signal. I quickly dial 911 my heart still racing. The phone rings and rings, come on what is taking so long, pick up. It rings on, for what seems like forever.

"911 emergency, This is Claire how may I assist you?" Finally someone. I stammer for words.

"I need help! My friends! Family is in trouble. Please help me. There is a man. He is going to hurt them! I think. I am outside of town at the Cafe!"

"Sir slow down please. Where are you? What is the name of the Cafe? Who is trying to hurt them?"

I know she is just trying to help but I am frantic I can't focus and I can't remember.

"I don't know! I can't remember the name of the Cafe! Im on a gravel road in the mountains outside of town! Do you hear me?"

The phone cuts out and I lose signal. I don't know what I am going to do. Should I go back or keep running towards town. It seems so far. Will the police know where to go, did she even hear. I walk in circles franticly trying to decide my next course of action. I stop and look at the road. I look back up towards the Cafe the way I came from. What help would I be if I go back. Then I turn and look back down the hill, in the distance I see a flashing light. Soon I hear the faint sound of sirens. As the noise get louder and the lights get closer I realize there is more than one car. I back up and stand on the edge of the road. One police car slows and stops next to me. The passenger side window rolls down and the officer inside leans over to see me. Four more police cars a fire truck and an ambulance speed by him as he asks me if I am ok and am I the one that called. I nod my head yes and he tells me to get in the car. We start back up the mountain to the cafe. The vehicles in front of us gain distance and disappear out of sight. I am relieved that the authorities are on their way to stop the man from whatever he is doing.

The man emerges from the storage room with the two cook's. The cafe is quiet. They all walk into the dining room. The man smiles as the woman cook begins to sob. The dining area is empty. The small women who is in the cabinet climbs out from under the counter and stands up meeting the man face to face as she does. He sits down at the bar in front of her.

"Well..arn't you a lucky one. All this work has made me hungry. How about you pour me a drink, and you two. Go make me some baked potatoes."

The small lady shakingly pours the man a glass of water. The two cook's fearfully walk back to the kitchen. They turn on The oven and wrap several potatoes in foil before placing them inside. The man drinks his water and smiles staring off into space a look of pure joy and relief washes over his face. He looks five years younger in that moment. The small lady slowly moves from the counter backing herself into the wall to get as far away from the man as she can. After some time he finishes his drink. Wipes his mouth with a bar napkin and stands up.

"Now you sit tight. Fill up that water and don't go nowhere. I'll be right back. Just gonna check on the others and those potatoes."

He walks back to the kitchen where at that moment the cook's have the oven open and are checking on the doneness of the potatoes. The charred baked smell fills the room and the man raises his nose to the air taking in the wonderful smell. His stomach growls and his mouth begins to water. He is enjoying the moment as if it is the first time he has actually smelled good food. He pauses savoring the moment with his eyes closed.

Off in the distance he hears the sounds of sirens. He keeps thinking about how peaceful the smell is as the sounds get closer and louder. Car doors slam and he hears men running up the wooden porch and crashing through the front door. The man, eyes still closed raises his hands to the sky and inhales deeply taking in the fresh baked smell one more time. Then He kneels down on the floor his trench coat flowing up in the air and then down and around him. Policemen barge into the kitchen guns drawn, the two cook's shrink away from the man and raise their hands in the air. One of the policemen yell for the man to lay down on the ground repeatedly. The man slowly opens his eyes and looks down. He looks through his round rimmed sunglasses at his life and the life that is around him. He is free. In a quick movement he reaches into his coat and turns around to face the policeman with the syringe gun in his hand. Gunshots fill the small room. The cook's drop to the floor and before the bullet casings hit the ground the man is dead. His body lies on the floor, the trench coat sprawled around him, blood soaking his chest. His blank stare shielded from view by his sunglasses but a look of happiness on his face.

I arrive with the policeman back at the cafe. He pulls up slowly beside the small one room cabin. The woman and her child are sitting on the front step in a blanket. She is crying but looks relieved. A paramedic is taking her vitals and she is trying to drink some water. I look at her through the dust covered window of the car. She notices me and gives me a slow wave and a half smile. I look back out my passenger window to all the cars and the ambulance. The scene is quite busy, men keep coming in and out of the Cafe and then two paramedics come out with one of the policeman and a gurny with the man lying on top. They carry It down to the ambulance and before they put him in the back they cover him with a sheet. I feel relieved and jump out of the car. The officer driving me jumps out and tells me not to go in, but it is to late I am already at the front door. I push by One of the policemen and through the screen door to get inside.

When I walk in there are people inside cleaning. The small Windows are stained in red. I look to where all my family members had been sitting the last time I saw them and in their place there are just sprays of blood covered wall. Nothimg else is there. No clothes, no bodies. Just blood, blood everywhere where they had last sat. The smell of iron and the taste of blood fills the back of my throat. A knot sinks in the pit of my stomach. I look over to the bar and see my aunt still alive. She keeps grabbing pictures and things from the police. I walk over and she is franticly wiping the blood away from them and sticking them into a box. She notices me there and she moves towards me and we both sit at the table nearest to one another.

"What happened" I say, already knowing the answer.

"They are all dead, there is nothing left of them."

"The police are taking all the things that were covered by their blood away. If you want anything to remember them by you need to take what you want and put it in this box or they will take it away."

She gets back up and goes back to grabbing things from the policemen. I look down at the table in front of me. I can not believe they are all gone. There is a small toy truck with a trailer made of pewter on the table. It is ornate and beautiful. I pick It up to take it not knowing what else I might even grab. There is no item in this room that will even remotely take the place of my family. I rotate the toy truck in my hand and when it rolls over in my fingers it leaves fresh blood in my hand. A rock forms in my throat and I try as hard as I can to hold back tears. I clench my fists and begin to cry uncontrollably.

....I wake up...my stomach in knots, and crying for real.

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Song I woke up with...

Candle in The Wind - Elton John

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Death lies beneath

I am with family but I Dont know specificly who. It's the future and we are in a hilly green countryside, like Switzerland tourist picture green. We are exploring the area and we might be on vacation or just traveling through the area by freeway.

There are no cars and either by physic power or by some invisible power we are traveling down the freeway floating about a foot above the road we are all separate and I feel like we are running but we are not tired. Almost like we are each in an invisible floating hamster ball, but it's like a gear and we move 10 times faster than we run. We are just blasting through the countryside must be going 200 miles per hour.

Everything around us doesn't seem to fly by so even though we are traveling super fast I feel like I have plenty of time to look all around and see all the beautiful details in the scenery. The trees around us are huge like redwood size trees but it's not dense forest just scattered groves on rolling green hills. The trees branches grow and are shaped like typical pine trees but instead of needles they have big bright green leaves that are almost round in shape. They look very symmetrical and almost unnatural. The whole view is almost to clear like the world is 4k or animated.

We run past a small town / farm community and as we exit on the right side of the road we pass what looks like a go cart track / family park. I tell the others that it would be fun to check it out as we pass by. Everyone agrees and we decide to stop. We start to slow down but by the time each one of us can stop we have passed the place by a few miles at least. It's like trying to stop a heavy train. I look to my right and the side of the road is farmer fields. I watch the rows of crops fly by the constant pattern slowly coming to a stop.

Once we all stop we are standing in the middle of the silent freeway. To get back we have to walk normal and on the ground because otherwise we will just overshoot the spot again. We all walk back the few miles to the go cart track. It is very quiet on the walk no one talks to each other. I feel there are four or five if us and that one might be my sister. It is very quiet and beautiful. Everyone is just looking at the view. There isn't much sound so much so that the main noise I hear is the bits of gravel on the road under my shoes as I walk. I notice we are all wearing spandexy type jumpsuits. Mine is orange with two red stripes that go down the side and length of my body.

After about half an hour we reach the go cart place. Upon closer inspection we realize it wasn't what it seemed. The buildings are run down abandoned shacks. And there is trash and empty canned goods all over the ground. The ground is so covered with cans it looks like it might have been a recycle place. I wade ankle deep through the cans to the go cart track all the go carts are run down and have flat tires and rust on them.

Everyone is spread out like we are looking for something. I sense something in the rubble beneath one of the go carts. I signal to the others nonverbaly and they come over and surround me like backup. I lift my hand my fore finger and middle finger pointing at the go cart, I slowly flick them to the right and the go cart lifts off the ground and flips over.

I walk up to where the go cart was and in the empty can pile are four babies laying next to each other. They are swaddled individually in tight white blankets. They are of ethnic descent. Indian maybe and all twins. They are not moving and as far as I can tell they are not alive. They look alive. But no signs or movement.

One of the others tells me, again nonverbaly that they are dead but only just and that their souls are still in tact. I am able to use some kind of power but I will only be able to save 2 of them. Some how I can use the life force from 2 of the babies and add it to the life of the other 2 like starting a dead car battery. I do this and 2 of the babies begin to cry. A lady appears beside us and picks the 2 living babies up and consoles their cries the other 2 have vanished.

She thanks us for finding them with tears in her eyes and walks away into the field behind the go cart track down a field row towards a farmhouse.

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The Song I woke up with..

Today's song - Don't You "forget about me"

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The songs you wake up with...

This morning's song was "Check it out Now" ... Cause the funks your brother.

Had to put the lyric after the song title cause how else would you know what song it was

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Hometown America

Pretty short dream. Im at a park in a baseball field. Me and a bunch of people are there for a Kids tball game. We are on the inside of the chain link fence that surrounds the field leaning against it enjoying the kids play and the spring sunshine. It's mid morning and the sky is sepia and you can see the dust particles in the sun beams.

The kid at the plate hits the ball hard and it actually flys into the back field. Pretty impressive since he seems to be about five. The bases are loaded and in typical little kid tball fashion he runs the wrong way around the bases. As he crosses each base he yells out - one point - two points - three points and four points as he crosses home plate. Everyone smiles and laughs.

The parents and people in the park have also brought there dogs. I recognize one as the german Shepard from my work Tommy and my dog Atlas. The next kid hits a pop fly and Atlas see it. He runs and does a huge bunny hop to catch it in his mouth. Everyone laughs.

It is very soothing and calm and everyone is having a good time hanging out and playing and not taking life to serious.

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Bad Movie Party

Im having a movie party at my house. But my house is my grandma's house. My best friend, sister, mom, wife, and some other unrecognizable people are there. It's winter time and I am outside trying to get the Christmas lights to work on the roof. They are the old glass ones with the really big bulbs. I am taking out each individual bulb to look at the base. Somehow I can tell if they are bad or not. My best friend comes up to me with a box of spare bulbs but all the bases are to wide and they won't work. After some time I give up and decide to go inside to the party.

My best friend and I walk in and the house is kind of messy with party stuff, pizza, and junk food strewn about. There are like 30 boxes of pizza. Seems a bit excessive for how many people are there. I go into the sun room of the house because that's where a bunch of the food is. When I walk in I see Kevin smith and Jason Mewes grabbing some food. They are dressed just like their characters Jay and Silent Bob. They say hey and thanks for inviting them to the show. Jay opens one of the pizza boxes and tells me that I have to try that specific pizza. They exit the sun room to find a place to sit for the movie.

I look at the pizza and pick up a slice. It's like 4 inches thick and under the cheese is a solid layer of canadian bacon. Not like the round slices but like they covered the whole pizza with one huge round slice that covers the entire pie. It's awesome.

I go into the living room and the movie is already playing. It looks like the movie takes place in some kind of desert area but it looks like someone's property. It's a horrible space movie. With very b rated aliens and costumes. We are all laughing. It is also very cool because Kevin Smith is telling us all about the director and how the movie was made and all the other movies the director went on to make. Jason Mewes is telling us a cool story about the property and where it is and how a whole bunch of movies were made there. He keeps pointing out parts of the scenery and telling us what other movies we would recognize it from. We are all having a great time but in the back of my mind I can't figure out why my house or grandmas house is so cluttered and dirty like a college dorm room.

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Halloween, Monster hunt.

I am with my whole family on my stepdads farm. We are getting ready for a huge halloween party and the whole town and all of the relatives are invited. Something similar to the 4th of July parties we used to have there. My sister, mom, and step sister are all in the house trying to get it decorated before everyone arrives. The whole house is going to be set up as a haunted house with each room being a different theme. My sister is decorating the office. Mom is downstairs decorating the den/fireplace area and im trying to get the kitchen. The theme for my area is spiders.

The last 3 month's we have not dusted anything in the house to give it that abandoned old look. There a lot of decorative bowls and plates and such on top of the kitchen cabinets. I am surprised at how much dust they have actually accumulated, it looks really good. I left some old fruits and veggies on the lazy susan a couple weeks ago to just sit and rot and put some candles and place setting on the table. There are fake bodies and skeletons at each chair wrapped up in spider webs. Im leaving the chair at the end of the table open because that's where i will be dressed up and sitting waiting to scare people as they come through the front door.

Im trying to string cobwebs from the table up to the tops of the cabinets and making a wall of webbing to block the kitchen from the family room. This way thay have to walk through the kitchen and around the table to look at all the cool decorations. I keep climbing the kitchen counters to string up the webbing. It's frustrating though because the webbing keeps spreading apart with square holes in it like a rope netting instead of looking like a spider web. So it's taking forever to get it to look right. My step sister is helping from down below and we finally get done after what seems like hours. As I am climbing down she picks up a big cardboard box off the ground and flips it upside down onto the kitchen table. About 50 live tarantulas fall out and spread across the room on all the webs. They just all get into place like actors at the ready. It all seems perfectly normal.

It's dark outside and lights keep flashing in through the kitchen windows. I wonder if people have already started showing up so I look outside. I see my step dad driving down the road in a front end loader with some 1 ton straw bales. He is building a straw maze in the corral on the north side of the house. I look out the other window and see my step brother setting up giant search lights by the gas pumps on the east side of the house. Man we are really going all out I feel like we are setting up our own haunted world.

I go back to the office to check on my sister and her room is completely drenched in blood and guts everywhere. It look entirley way to real. Wow this looks amazing. She turns from the wall that she's working on her hands covered in blood from where she has been writing crazy stuff on the wall and says I know right. This is going to scare the shit out of people. She has blood splatters on her face and cloths and has a huge grin on her face. It's funny but creepy at the same time because of how real it looks. She finishes up and we walk outside the front door.

We are on the front porch but now the scenery outside is not the farm but looks like a woodsy mountain area. My dad and his 2 brothers are there and they are all excited about some creature they saw in the woods. My dad's like did you see it. It was huge my sister and I are like no where did it go. We are all excited and peering through the woods to try to catch a glimpse. We are all standing on the top of this little rock mound looking all over. My older uncle yells there and points a rifle towards it. My dad grabs the barrel of the gun and points it down and says no don't shoot it.

My sister and I look to where the gun was pointed and see a humanoid looking creature basicly a man but of super tall stature and build probably 8 feet tall but his arms are way longer than they should be and his face looks like nothing i can recognize. He is dressed like a fly fisherman and is running away up the side of a hill. He runs weird like a gorilla runs on his hind legs. He is holding one arm straight up and in his hand he is holding a giant fish a bass i think. It huge. It's tail is dragging on the ground it must weigh 500 pounds. It this slimy snot green color.

My dad yells quick after that fish! We got to catch that fish. My sister and I look at each other weirdly because yeah it's a big fish but it's just a bass. We thought the creature carrying it was way more weird and important. We all start running after the fish up the side of the mountain. We get to the top of the hill and look down the other side to see the creature is already somehow to the bottom and disappearing into the trees. My uncle yells damn we are never going to get that fish now. My sister and I bend over to catch our breath and are in disbelief. Why do they want the stupid fish so bad.

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Homeless, Boat.

Kind of 2 short dreams in one. Starts out that I am a homeless man. I'm staying in Las Vegas on Fremont Street. There is another homeless man staying beside me on the street. He has the typical cardboard sign with sharpie marker words written on it.

The weird part is his sign says "will give you money for food" as people walk up to him he asks if they need any extra cash for gambling or for a show or gas and if they give him some food like a burger or whatever they are walking down Fremont Street eating he gives them a couple bucks or whatever the difference is to get them to enough money to buy their ticket or what not.

I on the other hand have no sign. I can't walk, I am tall and rail thin but surprisingly clean. I am wrapped in a big fury blanket and am naked underneath. I just ask people for change or clothes so I can hopefully get dressed and not be naked under my blanket. Problem is since I don't have a sign and there are plenty of other people on Fremont wandering around half naked or almost naked , I just get sneered at or looked down on because people think I am faking my homelessnes and my crippling situation. They also boo me or make rude comments about how ashamed I should be for what I am doing with a real homeless man beside me.

I am feeling pretty desperate and am just trying to hide my nakedness when a hand reaches down out of the crowd to embrace mine. A voice says get up its time to go...we are going away. I look up and see Meghan Trainer, but it's really my wife she just looks like Meghan. I grab her and stand up and suddenly the dream changes.

We are together on a cruise. It's a knitting themed cruise. So themed that the entire outside of the ship is yarn. We and the other guests are all hanging on the side of the ship in make shift yarn hammocks that are knitted into the yarn walls of the ship. It's cozy just hanging there out in the open in the calm star covered sky and ocean. Everyone is really happy. My wife says to me hey let's go inside. She jump falls out of her hammock into the ocean so I follow. We swim to the bow of the boat and just above the water is a door. She turns the handle but before she opens it she says just a kiss if you want to go in. I lean in for the kiss and...

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Songs you wake up with

No dreams last night. Just woke up with a song in my head.

This morning's song "Glycerine" by Bush

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Welcome to the family

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Name that song

Im going to a college or community education class for singing. The classroom looks like a retail stores backroom warehouse. With steel shelving and concrete flooring except right in the middle there is a wooden stage like a highschool auditorium has.

I know the teacher of the class in the real world some where but I can't put my finger on it. I know her voice and can hear her but I never quite see her face. There are other students in the class. A bunch of kids from my highschool drama club that are still the same age as they were then and actress Emma Stone and the actor that played Finn in the show Glee.

It's the final week of class and we are all grading each others final performance. We rate each other on different aspects of our singing on a 1 to 5 scale. It is my turn and I am the last one that has to sing but based on my song choice I am upset that my song won't be good enough compared to the others. The teacher comes over and tells me to take a quick break and come up with another song.

I walk away to the restroom to clear my head and to come up with something else. The bathroom just looks like the warehouse with steel shelves on both sides leading up to the toilet. There is a lot of old junk on the shelves, looks like theater props. Or things to put on a theater stage like candle holders and pictures and such. I get to the toilet to go pee and I notice a box half opened on a shelf next to me. It has black and white pictures of my highschool drama teacher.

I open the box to take a closer look. All the pictures are of him in his old office huffing rubber cement. The pictures look like the ones a private investigator takes that you always see in movies and TV. We always joked in highschool that he huffed glue because he always had an industrial size bottle of rubber cement on his desk. I laugh to myself because here is proof that it was true.

I Put the pictures back, finish using the restroom, close the toilet seat, turn around and sit down to think of a new song to sing. I know the song I want to sing but I can't think of the name. Every time I try to think of the name I end up thinking of another song and at the same instant I here the lyrics in my head and start singing that song. It is super frustrating. It's like changing the channel on you car stereo. Every time I think of something else I start singing it.

I can even think of a few words of the song I want to sing but since I can't remember the song name I just hold on to the few words I know and any song that has those words I start singing that song instead. I know it's a phantom of the Opera song but it just won't come to me. I get more and more mad. I sing Jitter Bug, In the still of night, Masquerade, Past the point of no return, Crazy Train, Stranger than you Dreamt it, Feel it in the air tonight, ugh so frustrating. I end up going back to the auditorium and just as I am about to start singing who knows what...

I wake up and instantly I remember it's Music of The Night that I wanted to sing. I get in the shower and all I sing is Wham's Jitter Bug.

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Skippers

I am in a newly built relocated Skippers seafood restaurant. In the town I live in the old one was on a street called Fairview. The new one is on the same street just in a more visible and busy area. I didn't think the old one was even still open and on top of that it was old and gross so I don't know where they got the money to open a new one. It's strange because it's in an area with a strip mall but it's like they built a free standing building in front of the strip mall but also attached to it so it blocks the traffic flow.

I am on the inside with the new owners which are some people I know in the real world but that have nothing to do with these kinds of businesses or owning a business in real life either.

Even though it's supposed to be new it looks old and dusty inside. They are showing me around and telling me the vision of what goes where and how excited they are. In the front corner of the building there is a large corner window with a big tropical plant covered in cobwebs. They walk over to it and try to clean it off. I notice a bunch of old dirty change on the ground and ask them if they care if I keep it. They say no so I start picking it up. A lot of it looks like it might be old enough to be worth some money. On the wall behind the plant there is change stuck to the window and wall. At first it looks like someone stuck a quarter on the wall with a piece of gum and then another piece of gum and another quarter on top of that until it has like 10 to 15 quarters sticking out in a row off the wall. There are like 11 or 12 of these weird stacks. It's kind of gross but I remove them anyway. It ends up not being gum but some kind of putty holding them together.

Next thing I know it is the grand opening of the skippers but I am clearly in someone's house with all my family and friends celebrating the grand opening. An old lady with purple hair knocks on the door and walks right in expecting to see her friend which I assume is the owner of the house, but instead she finds all these strangers celebrating in the house. She says oh im sorry I thought this was so and so's house. Someone in the group says oh yeah this is her house but come on in. We clearly all know we don't belong there but just continue to enjoy are party in the strangers home.

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Throwback "Mel Gibson"

Restless nights sleep last night, I dreamt I was Mel Gibsons 20 year old ditsy girlfriend. He was getting mad at me because I kept asking him dumb questions, like if he ever actually drove a car in the mad max movies or if he shot a real gun in the 007 movies. That's right in my dream not only am I a girl but Mel Gibson was James Bond. What's the matter with me, sure I make a hot 20 year old girl, but Mel Gibson as James Bond, that's just crazy talk.

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Winter games

It's the winter of 1984. I am in Croatia for the Olympics. It's very cold and I am at an outdoor ice skating rink watching the female skaters compete. There is local competitor that I know and am there to see. After she is done skating she bows and beautiful blue roses are thrown onto the rink, I am standing near the wall right in front of her yelling her name and trying to get her attention to congratulate her on her performance. She does not notice me and turns away to skate off the ice on the other side of the rink.

I jump the wall and clumsily slip and slide across the ice in my normal shoes to catch up to her. But she is to far ahead. The ice rink is on the top of a mountain and I see her trail in the powdery snow leading of the edge and down the mountain side. I follow her path and slide down the steep ski slope before finaly catching up to her.

I get her attention and she turns around happy to see me, we hug and exchange words that I can't hear because it's like a silent movie. We hold hands and continue to walk through the powder snow down the mountain. She is taking me to her village home.

As we get to a lower elevation it is a lot warmer and raining. This has caused some flooding. Her village is in the base of a canyon and as we reach the base of the mountain we stop at a waist high cobblestone wall. On the other side is a cobblestone road with brick buildings on the opposite side of us. All the buildings are connected like an older european town. These are the houses. And because of all the rain there is a foot deep river basicly running down the street.

My companion seems unfazed by this and we hop over the wall and walk through water and down a small hill until we reach her house. She opens the door and the first floor of the House is filled a foot deep in water as well. I notice though there is nothing on the bottom floor to get ruined so it as if this happens all the time. We go to the stairs and go up to the next floor where we remove our wet shoes and socks. There is a fire place against one wall with a cozy fire burning. We sit on the floor next to it and pull a large knitted blanket around each other to warm up. After we are no longer cold we get up and go out on a small balcony. We still have the blanket and we lean on the railing snuggled looking out at the night sky and all the beautiful stars. There is much talking and smiles but it is completely silent and peaceful. Then I wake up.

Note: after this dream I had to do an internet search because I was curious about the year and events. In 1984 the winter Olympics were held in Sarajevo, which Croatia is a neighboring country and this was also one of the last times they used an outdoor skating rink for speed skating. I have not watched anything about the Olympics past or present for as long as I can remember. I was 4 years old at the time of the actual event. Weird.