The dream took place in some kind of musty room downstairs. My father was training me to be a figure skater, though at the time, it seemed more like he was training me to fence. My training involved cleaning up the room. For one, I had to assemble my old bed.
A friend of mine was also there, acting as an assistant. The room had a raised platform on one side, which is where the rink was.
The midpoint of the dream involved it being St. Patrick's Day (I recall it was March 17), which mean both I and my brother (who had since joined us) were "legal." My brother was 18 and I was 21. This math actually works out pretty well. In real life, both my brother's and my birthdays are in March, mine taking place on the 18th. We're also three years apart, so if this dream takes place in the year were turned 18 and 21, the logic works out.
St. Patrick's Day, in this world, apparently is a major holiday. My dad officiates it as if he were a minister, though more like a Mormon minister, where each adult male is considered a minister of the church. It seems to be a kind of reverse Lent, one day when you're allowed to visit old vices. We listened on the radio to the announce who commented about having cigarettes, which was the "typical" vice to indulge in on St. Paddy's. (In the real world, it ain't this, is it?) My father did this, smoking one cigarette and holding another, even though this would stink up the room. In real life, my dad did used to smoke.
My dad's idea for my brother and I was to loose our virginities. It would be our vice. Since the service, two girls have shown up. (The cast of my dreams are very fluid, you see.) One girl I think was Halley from my previous dream. I don't know who the other girl, but she was indelibly Scott's mate. My dad tells me this tavern saying (I've never heard this is the real world, so I dreamed it up): "Even if you close the bar, you should leave open the back room." In the dream, the meaning was much more obvious and clever. In the real world, I don't think even the concepts hold. When dad and my buddy say it, it's kind of naughty, a desire to have sex.
I'm letting Scott go first, so I carry my pillow into the next room, where the girls are sleeping. I carry it like I would a woman (I'm being ceremonial for some reason), as I'm about to do the same to Halley. I do carry away, telling her the tavern quote. When I say it to her, it seems romantic, as I'm letting Scott have his day.
We leave the room, which in retrospect is strange. For most of the dream, it was like we were in some kind of post-apocalyptic setting where the room was all we had. Now, the room is apparently just the old attic space in my parent's house. (I'm not very architecturally-minded, so all the locations in my dream world tend to structurally resembled places I know). Anyway, Dad is eating cereal. The bowl is the size of a large mixing bowl and the cereal is apparently in water, because I can see it. He serves me some and I choke it down, because it's some kind of high-fiber cereal. He laughs as I try it. I reach for some more. However, instead of grabbing the spoon, I just dip it out of the bowl. My dad falls to his knees as if I'd infected his breakfast. I try to explain that since I'm in college now, I forget what it's like to share food.
In real life, I don't fish out cereal from a bowl, though I do let my table manners slide when I'm alone. I have perfectly respectably manners in public.
Anyway, it's at this point I realize that I'm dreaming, because I can feel myself waking up. Even before I'm in the world of the waking, I'm cursing the sun for waking me up before I get to lose my virginity.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Dream Log 03/17/2008
Dream Log 3/17/2008
It starts with two people trying to find each other via a contest. It’s really ingenious way of getting two people paired up but alas I don’t remember the details, which is sad because I want to say they might have made sense in the real world.
It finally ends with the couple (originally the girl was supposed to be a porn star, but it ends with the couple being Kyle Trager and Amanda Bloom from the ABC Family show Kyle XY) meeting at an old Volkswagen van with a boat hitched to it. Inside the van, they get their portrait made by the winning artists (it was a part of the contest I don’t remember). Within the diagesis of the dream, the artist is a known character who works with yarn. In the end, his portrait is the punchline to the joke of the dream. Because he works with yarn the portraits are stick figures. The woman on a horse with flaming wings with the man doing something (I don’t remember). It’s all very funny for those of us expecting a photorealistic portrait. You had to be there. Inside my head.
In the end, with family and friends gathered outside the van. They were waiting; it makes me think the end result was a wedding. The long boat has been converted to a buffet.
My dad is talking to me about how if cakes were used for the contest, if we didn’t stay straight the chocolate and vanilla halves of the cake would eventually ruin the contest, because the split of the cake would eventually be all chocolate or all vanilla, and we need one of each for the bride and for the groom. Trust me, it doesn't make a lot of sense in the left brain.
Dream Log 03/16/2008
It’s actually still the middle of the night. I woke up because of this dream.
I’m working in some kind of grocery store or food plant or something. Desk job, though. Cliff works there, too. (Cliff is a friend of mine from college.)
These seems tied to a previous dream so it may be a nightly recurring dream.
One day, Halley (a friend of mine from high school who I had a crush on) is locked in a box; sort of like a big plastic Rubber-Maid box. It’s shown to us by management. Lord knows why, which is why it's so freaky. In the real world, the visual size of the box is much too small for Halley to fit. There was a clear plastic window in the box where I could see Halley; she barely had enough room to sit. Anyway, my #&@%ing idiot self didn’t do anything at first because no one else seemed to realize this was horrible. I think the first time I did try to do something, but I never got into that panic mode where you do whatever you can, like in Saw.
Anyway, it was on Day 4 that I finally did something. I had bought a knife, so I left my place all self-righteously. This was after tapping the clear glass and having Halley clearly fearing for her life. I had to walk a long way to get to my desk (in a line), through rooms with conveyor belts and a lot of foodstuff (which is the only reason I knew it was a grocery store or whatever). I pass Cliff on the way back, as he ducks into some employee-only area. I come back with a knife, hoping to find someone to saw my way out. Anyway, I arrive and Halley’s already been released by Logan (a girl I knew in high school, though not that well), Jeff (a guy I knew from high school, better than Logan, but not really that well either), and one other person (I’m assuming another person from high school). They used a knife to unscrew the screw in the box. I feel helpless, like a #&@%ing idiot because I didn’t do anything sooner, and sort of sad that I didn’t play hero earlier. Anyway, the only thought that I had on the way was that she would have had to wet and soil herself these past few days.
She seems rather not shaken, though relieved to get out. She’s chatting easily. Jeff makes fun of how she’s wet and soiled herself, though her clothes seem clean, including her jeans. There’s some mess in the bottom, but not a lot. She comments, “That’s the first time I couldn’t breathe.”
Dream Log 03/01/2008
The dream took place in this school for boys. I want to say I've dreamed about this school before. The cafeteria has been converted into a diner for Parents' Weekend or something. You can tell because tables have been moved so that they're up against dorm room doors, which have the boys' names on them.
The main plot involved me at a university (probably same school for boys) gym whose brick arches begin to collapse. A crane outside alerts us to the fact that this building is going to fall down. There’s a lot of time spent assessing the situation, whether we’re going to collapse downward or sideways. We eventually fall sideways so slowly we’re able to just run out the roof one the building falls down. At one point I think I’ve lost my cell phone, but I find it in the back of my shirt along with some plastic straws, I think. Mom is very glad that I found it, and didn’t have to go searching through the rubble. Which is odd because the reason I was looking for it was that I was trying to call her.
Later on, I’m in my dorm room, which actually resembles my mom's sewing room. I forget what happens there, but eventually we’re leaving and some man is trying to get a homeless drunk to take his place in the room, as a decoy, I suppose. Anyway, my roommate and I also are fleeing. We’ve done a lot of packing, and there’s dozens of bags for us to take, including several gift bags, two of which include holiday decorations, which we’ll need since we’ll be gone so long. They are Fourth of July and Christmas, so apparently it’s at least six months, though in the dream, it didn’t seem so long, like they were adjacent holidays.
Dream Log 02/29/2008
The dream takes place in The Dark Knight movie. No, it has not come out in the real world yet. I don’t remember most of it, but part of the movie takes place in a mental hospital, Arkham Asylum most likely, where the Joker is being treated. It’s announced on the news that the Joker will be revealed. There’s some commentary that sounds ambiguous. It’s revealed that the Joker is actually an ice cream flavor, or rather a frozen fruit bar (they were really popular in the real world or in this dream world). There was a television news crew and everything. I (I don’t know what character I’m supposed to be) doesn’t believe this. Anyway, I’m sitting in a room with the Joker (played by Johnny Depp, though meta-intuition is trying to figure out who he really is because the late Heath Ledger is the Joker) with Helena Bonham Carter playing Harley Quinn or whoever the Harley Quinn to Johnny Depp’s character is. Several non-disguised heroes are there. Bruce Wayne (presumably played by Christian Bale, though it wasn’t explicit), as well as Black Canary (played by Alaina Kalanj, who’s makeup from Smallville has stained her face), though I think she was a mental patient (playing I don’t know who) but her face was caked in dirt. At some point, it’s asked that some of the heroes dance with Harley, to show she’s not dangerous or something (it doesn’t make sense in the real world). Later, after the Joker presumably revealed himself to be crazy, the three that danced with Harley are being carried on stretchers and others are running and it’s all just silliness. It kind of has a war feel to it at this point.
Anyway, that's all I remember.
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