Tag: dreams

10/20-10/21/11
 
I watched the new episode of the Walking Dead last night, and was hoping for some good zombie dreams. No such luck. At least I didn’t dream about a hotel.

The only thing I remember is riding an old grey dirt bike through the woods. It was autumn, with leaves all around. At one point I ran out of gas and had to push it up a long, almost unending hill.

10/19-10/20/11

Swore I would not record another dream with a hotel in it, but this one did not really involve the hotel itself.

It started out as a recurring dream, where I go to the GenCon gaming convention with my friends. It is being held in this strange futuristic hotel complex with massive tall buildings with glass elevators running up and down.

Then we leave, and we have so much stuff we have to rent a trailer for the drive home. I remember driving down a dark highway, and seeing the trailer detach form the hitch. It’s still attached by the chains though, and sways back and forth behind me. We have to stop, and we end off going to this old mental asylum.

The asylum is set up in a series of cabins. This is where the perspective of my dream changes where I am watching what happens to the inhabitants of the asylum. I see a girl, middle school age, very goth in a Victorian dress. The others at the asylum refuse to let them stay in their cabin because she is constantly haunted by ghosts. During the night, she must put up with their shrieks and wails, and banging on the cabin.

In the morning, a group of doctors come in to talk about her psychosis. During the interview, she discovers that she can summon the ghosts, which the doctors find disconcerting, but they still treat her as a patient.

After her interview, she sees some of the other children being kept in the asylum, a boy and a girl. They are dressed in Victorian-goth as well, but they are laughing and smiling. The ghost-girl takes offense at this, and summons the ghosts to attack them and they are frightened off.

This is where I come back into the dream, except I am Neil Gaimen. I tell her that she must let people be who they want to be, even if they don’t treat her the same.

10/17-10/18/11

I woke up, realized I was once again dreaming about a hotel, and decided not to write down the details. I vaguely remember my wife working as a waitress, and a strange unisex bathroom.

I’m really sick of dreaming about hotels. I know it’s subconscious guilt about not having a job. I would be happy to go the rest of my life without working at another fucking hotel.

10/05-10/06/11

I dreamt that my wife threw a birthday party for me. Many of my old friends showed up, people I have not seen for months or years.

At the risk of sounding Stephen Colbert, what delighted me the most was that my few African American friends made it to the party. Living in this segregated society, I have had little opportunity to make friends outside my ethnic group. I have always cherished those friendships, because they provided me with a different perspective on things.

Yeah, I’ve been slacking, but I took notes. Here’s two day’s worth.

10/03-10/04/11

I dreamt of matryoska (Russian nesting dolls). I only recall the dream vaguely, but in some way the dolls were punching holes in the fabric of the universe.

10/04-10/05/11

This one is much more convoluted. I dreamt that I worked in a warehouse that shipped White Wolf books. The cavernous warehouse held many catwalks. On a few of the catwalks, Japanese families would be sitting around a low table having a formal dinner. The workers needed to walk around them.

The management instituted several “get to know your fellow employee” ideas. For this, the printers each of us had for labels would occasionally print out character sheets detailing our co-workers. One interesting thing on the sheets was a an entry for “What devil do you serve?”

After work, they set up banquet tables for the employees to have dinner. The women sitting next to me kept asking me out.

Sadly, this combines two recent jobs I’ve had, working in a warehouse (motorcycle parts, not books) and working at a hotel. Fuck I hate dreaming about work.

10/02-10/03/11

I dreamt I was part of a panel, we actually called ourselves an inquisition. Just as you see on TV, a group of people behind a long dais, each one with a gavel. Except we were not dressed as judges but in regular street clothes. We were there to decide the fate of rich executives who had devastated our economy.

I guess my recent activist activities have bled over into my subconscious. No, I don’t hope it goes down like this. Maybe some people need to be brought to trial, but not an “inquisition.”

10/01-10/02/11

Apparently in my dream world, the music industry is pretty fucked up.

I dreamt I went to go visit my brother. He was still living in my mom’s old house by the lake. At one point I get left with some of his friends, guys I did not recognize at all. It was one of those uncomfortable moments were you must socialize with people you know you have very little in common with.

The the conversation turned to music. These guys listened to a lot of country, which I pretty much despise. When they asked me what I listened to, to try and fit in, I mentioned I liked John Cougar Mellencamp. (This is a bit of a stretch. In my 135 GB of music I have not one song my JCM. I don’t think I’ve heard one in years. I do, however, appreciate his populist political stance. He’s a tolerable rock & roll musician. I wouldn’t run screaming from a place playing his music.)

After admitting this, one of the guys mentioned that John Cougar Mellencamp had teamed up with David Byrne, and they now play music with the remaining members of the Grateful Dead.

I don’t remember anything else from this dream, but I’d pay money to see that act.