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Friday, January 27, 2006

Everyone Was In This One

I had this incredible dream. And you... and you...... and you were there too!

Seriously, everyone was in the dream I had last night! It was so full of images and ideas that I don't really know where to start. Prob'ly had something to do with the fact that I was hammered and very dizzy just before falling asleep. The dreams were actually quite mundane, so you may get bored.

The dream began with me back in college. For some reason Mars was in my science class. I already knew that I had graduated so I skipped the class, thinking Mars would too. She didn't skip, and I found myself waiting in the halls for a long time. I finally left, and later got a call from her telling me what I'd have to catch up on.

At one point in the dream I was at a liquidation shopping center out of town. I saw Olaf there, hanging out with Nicola. Because in real life I happened to have seen Nicola a lot in the past week, I pretended not to see them, later explaining that I didn't want to appear like I was stalking her. She said, "You can't be stalking me. You're not wearing a hoodie and hiding in a corner." Just then my cell phone rang. It was one of my friends, probably Bee. We were all supposed to meet up for a movie. I went into the movie expecting to find everyone there, but once again it was just Olaf and Nicola. During the movie my phone rang again. It was my mother. I didn't talk too loud, but it didn't matter since everyone in the theatre was talking anyway. After hanging up, the phone rang again. This time it was Dave Promo. I don't know what he was telling me, but I left the theatre.

Outside, everyone was waiting. Brad, Olaf (again), Farhan, Bee, Ashlee (for some reason), D-Train, Noah, and so many more. I decided to take a stroll with Ashlee to a hotdog stand. Apparently she puts everything on her hotdog (I'm not insinuating anything). I then went back to my apartment, which for some reason was a condo in a ritzy building, and the only way to enter it is from underground. The underground entrance looks like a bus shelter with stairs going down. The glass surrounding the stairs had pictures drawn on it with pastels. There was a blind man inside asking for $2 to help children who can't afford an education. I gave him some money, and then he asked me to draw a picture on the glass. For some reason I saw a horse (from a mounted police officer) facing me through the glass, so I drew that. I went downstairs, and then woke up with a splitting headache!

Monday, January 02, 2006

Crazy Taxi


This is a shorter entry, today. Geez... It seems like I've been having some intense dreams lately. I only log the ones that had an impact on me, and so far it's been three in a row!
So near the end of my dream I was in a cab. I asked the driver to take me to my parent's place in Newmarket. The drive on Yonge Street goes from urban Toronto up to Richmond Hill, and then goes through a quite rural patch of Oak Ridges, before it hits King City and Newmarket. In the dream, the driver also picked up another guy (who was sitting in the front). While going through Oak Ridges the two up front seemed to be working out a drug deal or something. Then the cab turned around and drove back the other way. I was like, "what the heck? Just drive me to Newmarket!" but I could tell the driver wasn't interested in his fare anymore. So I opened the door quietly and jumped out, thinking I was better off without the druggies. I ran away from the car. The tires screeched as the driver stopped. He got out of the car and pointed a gun at me. I felt extreme anxiety as I knew this was going to be the end of my life. All I did was hop in the wrong cab, and my life was forfeit! My heart pulsed ragingly as I tried to escape, and just as the bullet left the barrel, I woke up with a sigh of relief. But like my last dream, it felt more real than most. This was going to affect me for the rest of the day.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Is my mother okay?

So, I had a very intense dream last night. I went to bed after the new years eve party at Philthy's (see JAn 1st's entry) and I began to dream about the night. This time people I knew were getting crazy about the beads, and removing clothing for them. The next thing I knew I was drinking some fine scotch with B2, and a few other friends of mine. While drinking, I drew up a picture that for some reason or other I wanted to frame. I went to this place that takes pictures and turns them into ceramic 3D wall plaques. I was directed to this older couple who were free at the time. The man (in his late 50's) began to create the plaque from my image, while the lady (about the same age) began to talk to me. She then started giving me a back massage, and immediately I realized I was somewhere I didn't want to be. I looked around and realized I was in a hooker's circle that passes as a ceramic shop. I pushed the lady away, and said, "I just want my picture done." She tried to entice me, but I was in no mood for such things. Then a younger lady came to me (she looked like Alexis Bledel from Sin City and Gilmore Girls) and told me I should have let the older lady have fun with me.
HERE'S WHERE THE DREAM GETS NUTS...
Then my father came to me and told me my mother just passed away. He seemed to be holding in the pain, so he could tell me the news without looking weak. He said she was in (Cuba or Florida, I don't remember) and she was a victim of a mugging gone bad. I left the place immediately and began to well up. I started crying like mad. It felt so real. I went back inside, but my father had left. The hookers asked if I wanted their services, and I burst out at them in anger. "Can't you see, this is no time for such bullsh!t!"
I woke up crying, thinking it was all real. I called my mother to make sure she was fine, and when she picked up the phone, my heart began to calm down. Thank goodness it was just a dream. But it was so real... even after I woke up it felt like it really happened.