Chased Forever?

Part I

It begins visually, well of course it does but this dream thrived on it compared to most dreams I have.  The clarity of each moment nearly fooled me that it was a true memory of mine.  Green grass matted down forming a six-foot wide meandering pathway with dense high foliage to either side is the first image.  I was walking this path although not used enough to be considered a trail, for there was no dirt streak as commonly found.  The environment was that of I-80/94, a highway, in which these hilly grassy paths ran along either side.  Although like many dreams it was a distorted version.  The highway was busy with traffic moving to and fro although on the grassy path you’d never know for there was no noise to be heard.  At this point in the dream I only knew I was going somewhere without knowing its ending point.  Now that common occurrence in dreams happens when the scene shifts without notice or explanation.

Part II

            A low ceilinged, small room now becomes the surrounding area.  The lights are dim, in fact half the fluorescent lights don’t even work and one set of them flickers.  The dream is darker now, with a sense of insecurity creeping about.  I look around and realize this is a business of some sort.  There are used DVDs and various video games for sale on a couple racks nearby.  At this point I am aware that I am married with a baby at home and after I’m done in this shady-looking shop I will return on my way home to them.  It was but a split second this information passed into my mind then returned to the dream.  Without knowing how I came to understand I was in a poor part of town, in my hometown actually, although the area I was in wasn’t slum at the time but the dream doesn’t paint it that way.

Two grey-headed men ran this shop.  I turned to see one of them amble off into a back room then I shifted my attention back to the racks of merchandise.  Indiana Jones, with Harrison Fords mug occupying the entire cover caught my eye.  It was an image from Raiders of the Lost Ark I’m sure of.  I also saw Wii cases but no memorable titles.  At that juncture I was suddenly at a low counter in the same shop facing one of the unrecognizable grey-headed men.  The dream had propelled me further but not quite enough to change scenes.  He twiddled a five-dollar bill (USD) in his fingers, gave a sneer, and then handed me one-dollar bill in return.  I knew that couldn’t be right although said nothing, the dream seemed to know (it was fixing it, I trusted the dream), the other grey headed man counseled with the other upon agreeing to warrant me one more dollar bill which seemed to end any further debate.

Which item I had supposedly bought I did not know, nor does it have any further implication in this dream.  Before leaving, and not entirely sure when this thought popped into my mind, I had a feeling getting robbed could be a very real possibility in an area such as this.  However it didn’t seem as big a concern as it should have been.  I continued on my way worry free.

            I stepped outside and turned right which would have been the correct direction to return home even in this mock hometown of mine.  Upon glancing around I’m at the corner of roughly White Oak & 173^rd.  The building I left doesn’t exist.  Instead houses make up the space but not here.   I see a man, a broken mangled chain linked fence behind him with weeds sprung up here and there to help create this now unsafe atmosphere.  He wore a tan beanie, had a black goatee, stood short and did not appear friendly which happened to make the scene suddenly frightening.  He pulled out a wooden handle pistol from his right pocket holding it straight at me.  I thought immediately, “It figures I’d get robbed after thinking about it.”

He demanded my belongings, I obliged by sliding my left hand into my front left pocket, where I never would keep my wallet but here it was along with a tablet cell phone.  The wallet was brown and leather, a gift from my mother a very long time ago, I still use it today.  The tablet-like phone, I don’t know where that came from.  I knew it wasn’t my phone but the dream told me it was so I accepted it readily.  The slick surface of the phone face rubbed against the wallet, making it difficult to take only the wallet out.  I was intent on not revealing the phone I know not why at that point.  The goatee man hurried me with a spray of quick shouts.  Eventually I pulled the wallet out alone and handed it to him.  My hands were up.  I pleaded with my eyes, to scared to chance a word.  There were only some fifteen dollars in the wallet, which now dawn on me why I gave it over instead of the phone as well.  I chanced giving over as little as I afford to lose.  The phone vanishes from thought now and never returns to the dream.

The man slowly lowered his gun exasperated, disappointed at the amount no doubt. He then looked different, he no longer appeared unfriendly or mean but rather guilty as if he didn’t really want to be robbing anymore, as if he was pressured into it and wanted no part in it anymore.  No words were uttered.  The man turned and ran away from me, beyond the miserable chain linked fence, across a diagonal set of railroad tracks.  To go away from the dream for a moment this man’s behavior resembles Draco Malfoy.  Inwardly he is struggling which life he wants, one of good or bad nature.  This could be due to watching the Harry Potter string of movies over the past month.  It seems reasonable enough a connection.

Why I half followed after him I don’t know, I stood upon the tracks, which were elevated as on a hill looking down as the man ran into an old warehouse a few hundred yards away.  These railroad tracks replace a bike path in reality.  A black man looked at me then at the other man, he stood about halfway to each of us in the middle.  He shouted something to the other along the lines of “he saw you.”  It was meant that I had seen too much, of what I do not know, because now the dream told me it was time to go.  I made my way down the railroad tracks knowing I would be followed.  The scene blinks now and I am now in an entirely different area.

Part III

            Its night now and I’m in an unknown backyard.  I deduce I’m still in the poor unsafe neighborhood.  The same sense of insecurity from the last part remains.  I bump into someone at this stage and he appears Latino.  He reminds me of someone I knew long ago, from high school although I can’t confirm it.  It’s impossible to make out who it is.  Its as if he is blurred from head to toe, only being able to make out a couple features.  He knows I’m being chased, again no idea how, and we quickly form a plan to thwart my pursuer.

My mystery friend takes cover near the house off to our left.  Not long after the man from the last segment with the gun has found me.  I’m too far away from the house for a successful ambush so I plead at the man who edges closer to me with gun aimed, I back away slowly until my friend is able to spring upon him unawares.  We wrestle with him and loose his gun away.  We have him down and defeated but we make to run as the dream tells me that there are others still pursuing me.  Its possible the fear and panic also told me to flee, either way this scene ends.

Part IV

            My surroundings take quite a turn now.  I’m in a vacation type of city environment, a combo of Florida and Branson, Missouri.  I’m now entering a building and at last feel safe.  The atmosphere is booming, many people around, the sun shines through the windows, giving me a sense of protection against the people of the night.  The shear relief at being somewhere secure is amazing.  I turn a corner to enter a room from a hallway and see another familiar face from my past, Mike Zubrick, he looked as he did the last I saw him some five years ago or so, grey haired, in good shape for a man nearing seventy.  I worked with him in my late teens and early twenties at a pizza place, my first job.  He was a genius at math and sort of a mentor to me on the job – I’ve always respected him.

I grabbed him desperately by the shoulders, shaking him back and forth shouting his name a few times.  It was then I realized how torn and tattered my cloths were I was dirty.  How long have I been on the run?  What has happened since the last scene of this dream?  Finally my old friend recognizes me and I learn he works at the job I have most recently quit which happens to be another pizza place.  I worked there from mid-twenties to early thirties.  His cloths are inside out but I see the logo that represents the corporation he works for on his sleeve.  Like mine his cloths are ripped and holey as well, although I ignore that.  As I’m talking with him about who knows what, dialogue is sparse in this dream.  People talk but the words aren’t recognizable.  Mike shifts into another old man I worked with.  One moment I see him clear as day, I turn my head casually away from him for a second and when I turn back he is replaced with…

Art, a man who had similar qualities and features as Mike, he worked with me more recently at the second pizza place and being sixty years of age.  Aside general appearance, a knack for math and being a mentor figure at work they are usually who I think of first when I think of my two jobs I worked at in my youth.  It only made sense in the dream I viewed them as the same person.  Nearing the end of this scene, in the hallway I arrived from, the man with the gun lumbered down the way.  He was trashed. He had a bruised eye, swollen cheek, and was just in a worn beat up state.  He passed by not showing anything on his face except a blank expression void of any thought.  He hunched as he walked, never saying a word, just shuffling along.   Could I have been the one who pummeled him so?  The thought grieved me.  Then I walk outside as the scene shifts ever so slightly.  It remains the same part however.

            Looking down the street, the bustling is gone, people are scarce, and the sunlight is blocked by overcast.  The buildings look rundown, abandoned and unsafe.  I’m back in the wrong neighborhood, I walk down to the corner, and I see some shady characters.  I glance overhead to see a sign it reads ‘Cinema’.  It’s broken and a wreck – its been closed for years.  I have a queasy feeling, like a twilight zone moment where I’m destined to not make my way home.  I decide to go back inside.  When I get to the door, its glass, I can see through it.  It’s not the same place inside either, no surprise.  I open the door and step in, I feel uncomfortable at once.

I walk forward to see a man sitting at a table facing me.  As I near him I discover I know him, Its Wyatt Titus jr.  Instant relief flows through me.  It is astonishing what one small familiar piece of what you know can calm your nerves in an otherwise alien place.  I take a seat and we talk.  He informs me he knows a way to get me home, us home.  He talks as if we’re trapped, trying to escape where we are.  I pay no mind I just want to leave.  As the conversation goes on it becomes apparent Wyatt isn’t being truthful, it becomes clear he plans to turn me over to my pursuers, the shock stifles me, I didn’t want to believe it.  The dream ends.

This dream occurred on February 17, 2015 and to this day has stayed fresh and crisp in my mind.  What is it that makes certain dreams memorable?  I don’t know if this dream has any substance to it but the urge to pull it from my mind and present it here had to be done.

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Dog Bite

I had a dream that feels like solid representations of what I do in daily life and those that may be dormant in my subconscious.  It occurred not far from my home on a street with houses lined up on both sides.  The houses were small, one level economy types that most of America has.  It was a first person perspective as nearly all of mine are which I assume to be common.

I’m standing at a doorway during late evening hours, when the sun is out of sight but it’s not quite dark yet.  The weather felt like late summer.  I was standing outside the doorway looking in but I don’t know who was there or why I was, it wasn’t an area I really go to.  I had on a long sleeved solid orange shirt that was from Abercrombie, much like one I already have but not orange in color.  That really stuck out to me but I don’t know why. 

A small dog that looked like a pug was suddenly behind me barking and looking rather mean.  Now I’m no dog expert but I never recalled a pug being so vicious.  I thought they were friendlier and rather lazy but this one was not the case.  At this moment I had the slight feeling I was working, my job is as a delivery person so being out and about in the neighborhood is common for me.  I wasn’t in uniform but that didn’t seem to matter.  As a delivery person I don’t like to mess with dogs, I’d rather them be locked away and out of yards so this situation forming itself could derive from those feelings.

I saw a man straight across the street standing in his open doorway.  He was balding, chubby and older and he said, “He won’t bite don’t worry.”

I grew a bit on edge because this dog kept going crazy and circling me while barking and showing aggression.  I had the thought that if this dog attacks I’m going to kick it or something.  I didn’t think I would though.  All of a sudden the little pug jumps and clamps down on my right wrist.  I felt no pain whatsoever and I couldn’t shake the little beast off me.  It was very determined.  I looked at the apparent owner across the street and shouted something like ‘get it off of me’.  Here a time skip occurred as does in dreams on occasion.

I was now at his door and the pug was scurrying under his feet.  I pulled up my sleeve but the dog didn’t puncture my skin.  However, there were holes in my shirt which I was rather upset with.  I had just been given this shirt so it was new and I was angry.  I told the owner he better pay for this.  The owner obliged and said he would give me twenty dollars.  I agreed knowing that wasn’t enough but decided to take it.  This is a part of the dream I know took pieces of my daily delivery life and incorporated them into it.  He handed me a twenty and a ten dollar bill then gave me $8.67 cents in change.  That was a total of $38.67.  He then added, “Just give me ten back and we should be good.”

In the dream something felt wrong but I couldn’t figure it out.  By giving him a different ten dollars back out of my pocket I felt I had only been given ten dollars total.  I was confused and then woke up.  After being awake awhile I realized I made more in my dream not that it mattered but it was neat to see a few things dragged from my mind and put into a bizarre moment.  I don’t know if this makes much sense to anyone but this is all I can remember and I hope you enjoy.

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Lost Time

This dream begins in my own home, in first person as usual.  I don’t remember the very beginning much other than my friends (Jonathan and Natalie) being there along with my wife, I think.  Jonathan had brought over two female students for some reason but I’d guess it had to do with his real life job.  My mind must have generated to that conclusion since he works with students.  From what I gather they were top tier students so perhaps they were hanging out, I don’t really know.  He said something but it’s a garbled bunch of nonsense to me now.  The real peculiar part happens now.

A Skip in Time

I wake up on my sofa looking straight forward to the wall clock, 1:25pm.  I can’t believe I’ve slept until this time and look out my window which is just behind the sofa I lay upon.  It’s daytime alright but what has happened?  I look around the slightly dark room since its winter, even in my dream, and see in a recliner, which I don’t have in actuality, someone I know.  It’s Rita, a friend of Natalie’s, and I come to the realization she managed to get into the dream due to Natalie mentioning her in a text to me a few days ago.  She was sleeping in the recliner when from the kitchen I heard a voice, it was Jonathan.  He seemed distraught and I asked him how I slept so late.  I didn’t know where to begin so I brought that up.  He informed me that there was a party here in my house last night.  I looked around and saw evidence of that as I woke up more.  He told me he threw the party and I was a bit shocked, he wasn’t the type.  He went on asking me if I really didn’t remember anything.  I did have a feeling of missed time from the previous evening until this very afternoon so I had an eerie feeling something went on.

Jonathan informed me that I was at the party but I had gravely assumed that since I woke up here.  He told me I had a drink but I protested that I don’t drink, which is true.  He claimed it was only a shot.  He didn’t go much into detail because he clearly had something else on his mind.  I walked toward the window and saw a small boy walking bare footed outside on the sidewalk inside my yard.  I knew his feet had to be freezing cold but the boy just happily walked to and fro as if it were summer time.  In my mind I wondered where the mother of this child was. 

I talked with Jonathan some more and finally I got out of him that a crazy party occurred last night and something dire happened to the two female students.  I didn’t know what to think and was still in surprise at this event.  He seemed somewhat in a panic, nervously pacing at least.  The news was on TV which was interesting since I had no cable in real life.  It was informing us that two brilliant girls were being hospitalized.  Of course it was the girls we had met the day before, the dream told me so, it was one of those things in a dream you know are true without much detail into it, you just know.  A news report on it seemed so quick but the media was this way nowadays, it didn’t take long to break a story.  Jonathan decided to go to the hospital and check on them, I went along.

As we arrived at the hospital we entered in through a back entrance of some type up a ramp.  We were sneaking in apparently, although I couldn’t imagine why, I felt as innocent as I’ve ever have.  I also couldn’t remember a thing from the previous night so who really knows what is going on.  Jonathan did lead me to believe I had nothing to do with it and it was some blunder of his that landed these unfortunate students here.  A news crew was crowding the back and we forced our way through, they didn’t seem to bother or notice us.  We came to the room with the two students and saw them in a terrible state.  They were side by side in beds and looked fine except their hands appeared to be severely crumbled, like an extreme case of arthritis.  They both had laptops and were trying to type but failing horribly.  The twisted bent fingers slammed the keyboard and they looked very angry.  Their faces also looked different than before.  They had a look of being twisted slightly, not much so that they didn’t appear so smart anymore.  They had the look of a mental patient in ways.  I felt sad for them and Jonathan appeared crushed. 

I don’t know what in the world happened that night in dreamland and it’s apparently a secret dream Jonathan will have to bear until a further time perhaps.  I have recalled dreams before as I have also remembered dreams within dreams as well.  I never close the book on dreams but for now we’ll just stick a bookmark in this one.  For more dreams check out the list below.

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Dreams Master List

I’m a dreamer, in fact I spend most of my time daydreaming.  Whether it’s at work (mostly am I right?), relaxing at home and of course while sleeping I create many imaginative realities.  This list will provide a way to easily navigate those times I've tried my best to recall what goes on inside my mind during those hours I lay asleep.  Enjoy them and hopefully you’ll better be able to enjoy the adventures of your own dreams. 

3 Dreams

Dreaming of East Chicago? 

Space Dream

Gremlin and Australia Dreams

Lost Time

Dog Bite

Chased Forever

Gremlin and Australia Dreams

The final two dreams are in this one blog.  They’re a bit vaguer and less interesting but the details are erasing themselves from memory by the minute.

Gremlin toy coming to life

In my room I’m staring at my dresser with a flat screen TV resting on top.  The TV is a few inches away from the wall in which the dresser stands against.  It could easily be reality if it weren’t for the blu ray player balancing on top of the TV.  It didn’t seem to make sense how it was doing that but it was.  It normally sat on the top of the dresser so how did this happen?  I ask my wife if she did this but she didn’t answer me.  I searched around and noticed that my Stripe Gremlin figure was just underneath my bed.  It didn’t look quite the same as usual.  I picked it up and it began to move in my hand.  The arms and legs moving about and I dropped it in surprise.  I’m not sure what anyone would do in that situation but I reached down and picked it up again.  The dream phases in and out for awhile giving me glimpses of the Stripe Gremlin running around but not doing much else.

As the dream shifts I’m still in my room but now General Traag, rock solider from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series, is on the move but not really causing trouble.  That’s when a vapor or gas leaves its toy body and goes back into the gremlin.  I’m now convinced there is some sort of ghost or spirit in my presence.  As I reach down and pick up the gremlin again it moves its arms and legs trying to escape.  I stare at it in amazement but almost seemed paralyzed as I merely watch.  The dream sadly ends without figuring out what was really going on.

Delivering in Australia and being asked to paint a house

A man approaching a door with pizzas is the beginning of this final dream.  I can’t confirm its anything special except when the man takes the food from the other man and asks him to paint the interior of his home.  Of course I’m the delivery guy.  The homeowner was Mexican which seems a bit out of place considering the dream takes place in Australia.  Why there?  It’s odd in dreams when you just know but there isn’t really any proof to verify it, it’s my mind so my rules for now.  The Mexican man insists I help and that he will pay me well for it.  I naturally find myself wondering if I should help, how much were we talking about.  Another man walks up in a rush and dismisses me quickly telling me to go away.  It could be the homeowner’s brother or friend I’m not sure but I do get a nice tip which is sad that I’m dreaming of work.  I enjoy time away from my job so it’s almost a nightmare when I do dream of work.

The more interesting part of the dream occurs now.

As I’m leaving I have no car and head out into the street.  Above the road is a giant net with red poles lining the ends, sound familiar at all?  The net mirrors the road below and runs off in winding turns and such.  I knew exactly what to do.  I jumped up and grabbed the net and climbed along.  I didn’t know where I was going but perhaps a certain fat plumber who is partial to red hats with the letter M on it would.  I go on climbing around when stuffed animal toys begin to appear on the top of the net.  I don’t recognize any of them then the dream fades, ends.

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Space Dream

It seems when I get my most memorable dreams they all come in one night.  I had three this last night and my featured dream occurred in space.  I have others that will follow but you’ll have to wait to see what they contain.

The dream fades in as four people are travelling through space in a small spacecraft.  The cabin space for the pilot is occupied by all the passengers as they gaze out toward the stars and a distant futuristic space station.  It’s very cramped and it’s a wonder nobody complains about elbows being lodged in one another’s bodies.  This is when I recognize, through first person of course, that I’m sitting in the back.  My wife is next to me on the left and we now account for half of the crew you could say.  The pilot is none other than Ripley, if you haven’t seen the Alien movies featuring Sigourney Weaver than I’m sorry but your imagination will need to work extra.  It’s her from the first movie back in 1979, with the longer hair.  I scan in front of me and notice a smaller female with dark hair but I can’t really make out who it is.  It was rather dark in the spacecraft.  There is one more life-form in the spacecraft and I recognize it immediately, it was Bishop.  I had an eerie feeling come across me at once, only imagining how that poor android gets ripped apart in the movies.  That’s when the event happened. 

The small spacecraft had a longer wingspan than I thought and it even had some firepower I didn’t know about until we had no choice but to fire at our incoming enemy.  How would we know that something drifting through space would be our enemy though?  As we neared the space station, which I’m certain we were going to dock at, four aliens in a horizontal pattern were floating toward us.  It’s a bit of a blur but I remember three booming sounds and three exploding aliens being the result.  Alas one alien remain and it was headed straight for us, alive and ready to attack.  I’m not sure these could be alive in space and the laws of a dream can alter anything.  It’s possible they were dead but floating through space.  As we all knew we had no more shots to fire upon the remaining alien which is a shame.  Bishop yelled out to ram the alien to finish it off however I didn’t like that idea at all.  Ripley went forward and crashed into it causing it to splatter all over the front window.  I guess in space it’s still possible to need washer fluid and wipers.  I wish it was as simple as that.

The window melted in, the acid blood spilled all over Ripley.  I fear she didn’t make but I have no memory of her after this moment.  One final alien breached the spacecraft and how we didn’t get sucked into space to our deaths is beyond me.  Remember dream worlds always differ.  The alien approached the small dark haired female then went for Bishop.  I knew it, even in my dream I knew.  My wife and I trapped with no escape watched on as the alien opened its mouth toward Bishop.  It wasn’t the standard you’re used to seeing in the movies though.  A dark tube raced down Bishops throat and convulsing occurred.  I don’t remember what happened after except waking up in the space station.

I could see into the small spacecraft that I arrived on.  Bishop laid out on it in a dire state.  Tests were being run on him by the workers of the station.  He appeared fine and could still talk and function.  He leaned up to look at me and noticed a wide spread gash showing his innards in his belly region.  He laughed that he may not be as well as he hoped.  It was somewhat disgusting.  The typical white colored insides with a creamy fluid spilling over his body was all I needed to look away.  I noticed the melted window in front but never again saw an alien.  This part of the dream fades away as I pick it up walking down a corridor with my wife.

I’m not sure how my mind created such a magnificent space station but it did.  It was massive with level after level of high tech machinery.  People were walking around everywhere; some were working while others seemed to be on leisure time.  My wife mentioned she wanted to stay here which she referred to be home to her.  I was amazed to learn this is where she grew up and lived before we apparently left or she herself left.  It’s possible we were returning here but from where?  Her dad worked here as she stated but we never saw him.  We were heading to be scanned for infection of our encounter with the alien.  We arrived at a public area with an indoor park that had grass and a playground.  Across from that not too far off was the scanning area where I noticed someone already being treated.  The man was naked and almost hovering over a table.  Green line like lasers scan him over and over penetrating deep within his body.  We could simply watch from a short distance in public eye, even people from the park could clearly view it although nobody did.  In this place a naked man by a park with kids being scanned with lasers didn’t seem wrong in anyway.  Upon closer viewing I recognized this man, it was Scott Bakula.

If you don’t remember Mr. Bakula then try to recall one of the old shows, Quantum Leap or one of the Star Trek series.  I liked Quantum Leap growing up and perhaps that’s how he showed up, naked, why naked?  Anyway on a holographic representation of his body which displayed in mid air off to one side you could clearly see no signs of infection.  I’m assuming they were scanning for the little alien babies that grow inside of the body.  He had a clean bill of health except that half of his butt was gone.  I have no idea how that happened but they healed it using the method of creating the Fifth Element.  The movie with Milla Jovovich, why couldn’t she have showed up naked, no I get Scott Bakula.  As I watched each slice of his butt get put back into place with precise quick movements by the small robotic arms the dream ended.

Dreaming of East Chicago?

I had this dream over two weeks ago but it still remains on the surface of my mind.  I’d say a good 99% of all our dreams go forgotten by the time we relieve ourselves shortly after we wake and those that remain, well that’s the mystery.  I don’t know what this dream may be implying but here is what I remember of it.

                I’m riding in the passenger seat of a car while my friend Spanky is driving us.  The area we are driving through reeks of a downtrodden society.  The buildings are mostly abandoned at first glance, lawn maintenance is nowhere to be seen and the overall look of some post apocalyptic scene haunts my vision.  There are a couple shady passengers with us in the back seat and Spanky has the look on his face that everything is well in hand.  I don’t say anything and as we continue to drive the sun is blaring down on us.  I could feel the heat in the dream it was something of an oddity as temperature doesn’t usually play a role in my sleeping stories.  The sky was clear and no clouds could be seen which made this terrible area seem more pleasant than it actual was.

                We eventually arrive at this building with more sketchy people waiting outside as Spanky appears to be dropping off the people in the back seat.  I remember feeling extremely nervous and almost afraid standing awkwardly as I had no clue what was going on.  We soon left and Spanky drove us to another part of this glorious city.  It’s weird how I knew in the dream that we were in East Chicago but it looked nothing of the part that I remember nor did anyone ever confirm it was the place.  We now left the car on foot as Spanky really wanted to sight see around which I felt uncomfortable with as random shadows of figures appeared around alley ways and such.  The strangest thing was we came across an old restaurant building by the name of Wendy’s.  It looked deconstructed in a burnt to the ground type of state without any signs that it was ever on fire.  There were no burned pieces of wood or ash of any kind.  Spanky pointed out an old logo for the restaurant still visible inside and claimed it was the logo used back in the 1980’s.  I still don’t understand his fascination with walking around this place but he seemed to be searching for something but was attempting to hide the fact that he was.

                It ends like that, a cliff hanger of sorts that dreams normally do.  I’m curious as to why it’s been hanging around in my brain for such an extended period of time but this is the mystery of dreams.  If you enjoy this post then you can head over to the link below for more dreams.

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3 Dreams

This is a blog posting not in any way related to the normal movie reviewing.  I'm a dreamer, I have them frequently and possibly it’s because my mind refuses to ever quite thinking or imagining things.  One day I'll have to research dreams to find out what kind of sleeper I am.  You know when you have nights where you have multiple dreams and you manage to remember fragment size pieces of them?  I had one of those last night and sometimes I believe that your dreams may be telling you something.  I'll briefly review them here.

My first of three was about my best friend (Jonathan) and I walking in a familiar area nearby Hammond I want to say.  It's hard to recall exactly the locale of a dream and it seems to bend and shape differently.  It wasn't snowing but there was a lot of snow on the ground we walked through.  It was cold and we had some ice colds drinks in our bare hands.  Jonathan had a Pepsi Max which he seemed to be holding as his new favorite drink, in a way he was proud of this for some reason without actually saying it.  In a dream sometimes you just know certain things you'd otherwise be unaware of.  I had a Mountain Dew drink of some sort and left it by a house on a concrete banister unknowingly while we walked.  Parts of dreams fall apart quickly but I remember looking back at it and pondering about going back to get it now that we were farther away from it.  Jonathan said something about do you really need that?  He said it in a way that I knew he was trying to get me away from drinking Mountain Dew but instead maybe try some Pepsi Max.  It ends on that note.  

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%#$@! Trains!!

My second of three is involving my older sister Julie.  She lives in California and I hardly think about her to be honest.  We are driving toward Gary, IN down 169th but of course it looks quite different than usual.  There are four different railroad crossings on the course of the dream which in reality there is but one.  I believe my experience in driving in this neighborhood has rubbed off this way.  We see my friend Spanky walking outside in the dark in the opposite direction we are driving.  It's a warmer temperature in this second dream but I still recall thinking of picking him up and giving him a ride.  I wasn't driving though my sister was.  We eventually get caught by a train and I say to my sister something along the lines of you knew we'd get stuck sooner or later.  I said this due to all the railroad crossings in the neighborhood that always annoy me.  There was a feeling she had moved back to the neighborhood and had forgotten about all the trains.  It ends on that note.

My hair is fine..

My final dream is a bit funnier and involves my boss.  I'm at work when he tells me I need a haircut.  He's not joking and it's out of his character to be so serious about it as well.  I have this feeling that I do have long enough hair to warrant a haircut but upon going to a bathroom, not exactly the same as what it looks like at work, I notice it's as short as it is now.  I laugh a bit thinking it’s a joke and even ask my boss that but he insists I need a haircut.  It's quite ridiculous as he actually has hair-cutting equipment in his hands ready to cut it himself!  I look in the mirror one last time to be sure and I definitely don't need one and am left curious as to why he’s being insistent on it.  It ends on that note.

Why do we dream?  A vague question that I can’t answer but it’s interesting to remember bits and pieces of them from time to time.  I like the tease of thinking the dream was something special or memorable and not being able to recall all it leaves me bewildered about it.  I don’t know if you’ll understand or care enough about my dreams but hopefully it was enjoyable enough to glance over.  If you wish to read more dream posts you can easily get back to the master list below.  

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