Dreams of Note
I’ll admit it. I have weird dreams. Always have.
I had a dream once introduced by Rod Serling as if it was a Twilight
Zone episode. And though I dream in
color, this one was in black and white.
I have had credits at the end of my dreams. Very cinematic stuff as well. I had a dream once that contained a few split
screen scenes. I once had a dream that
continued over 4 or 5 days. One of my
most realistic dreams I had in my 20’s. A
group of friends and I were at the mall after closing. We were dressed in all black with black make
up on our faces, like commandos.
Suddenly giant walls came in down in front of the store fronts. Concrete walls that dropped heavily onto the floor
until all but one small area the size of a desk was covered with concrete
slabs. As my friends and I approached stealthily
across the second floor, we saw a door open and in walked Hitler with body
guards and high level associates. They approached
that square that was left untouched. We looked
over the railing to see. He was at an
ATM. Our mission, find out his PIN
number. I woke up just before we got it.
As a kid I was pretty good
about getting myself out of scary dreams.
When things got really bad I would just think, well time to wake
up. And I would. Years back, while still married, I was having
a horrible dream. I don’t remember what
it was, but it was terrifying. Hard as I
might, I could not wake myself out of it so I started screaming, “Sarah, Wake
me up!! Wake me up!!” Thankfully she did.
And yes, I’ve had my share of
walking to school naked dreams and brakes going out dreams.
To this day I still dream
about an old apartment I lived in (not in real life but in a dream) that I left
some boxes in under the building in a storage cave.
About a year ago, I had a
dream that I went to pick up the kids at their Mom’s apartment. Instead of waiting downstairs and texting I
came up and knocked at the door. She
opened the door and as we were talking I looked over her shoulder. On a table behind her were two live miniature
T Rex’s. They were each about the size
of a Chihuahua. They weren’t in a
terrarium or cage, just playing on the table.
The playing started to get like a little brawling. I looked away to continue the conversation
and when I looked back at them, one had mounted the other and they were having
sex, dinosaur style (I would guess).
Well that woke me up.
So what’s the point of all
this u=other than I g=haven’t written a blog in a while. Over the last couple of weeks, some wild
dreams.
Last week I dreamt of a
Zombie clown attack. I think they were
zombies. They seemed to be. People kept turning into these clowns. They weren’t trying to eat me or my brains or
anything, and if you gave them a good whack they would fall down and literally
into pieces. I was fighting them and
finally killed off the last one. I went
into a department store and saw a bunch of women shopping. Only women.
I set off on a search and finally found a pimply faced 17 or 18 year old
boy and took him to the store, opened the door, and said< “Look it’s all
women.” I realized that all the Zombie
Clowns were men. I turned to my
adolescent friend and said “Five women for every guy!” He smiled a scary, pimply faced smile and
went into the department store. Cut to
an aerial shot of a theatre something like the Hollywood Bowl, but
indoors. The seats were filled with men
surrounded by 5 women each. I heard my
voice repeat the word “Five women for every guy.” The image of the theatre dissolved to that
young man and me. I had my arm around
his shoulder and said, once again, “Five women for every guy.” The credits started. They were cartoon images of Star Wars
characters with credit written across them and once again I heard my voice, “Five
women for every guy.” Then there was a
pause and then “That’ll be the name of the sequel!!” Fade to black.
And, the next day I told the
kids about it on the way to school and George laughed and repeated that catch
phrase.
Last night I dreamt that I
had twin girls. I don’t know how I had
them or where they came from. They were
practically newborn and I was picking them up.
No clue who the mother was and honestly totally unprepared for
this. I had no baby seats in the car, no
crib, no strollers, nothing. I just remember
looking at them, wanting them, loving them, and scared to death as to how I was
going to take care of them. Eventually
my problem was solved because I woke up.
Once again I told the kids
about my dream. They listened intently
and then George, because he is my son, started to laugh. Through his giggles he said, “Five women for
every guy.”
There are times I just don’t
want to go back to sleep.
